10) Dip

Dip

Dip

Deep

Colours sipped silently

And gush, they spilled

One by one

As buds burst

One by one

Pop

Pop

Pluck

They pooled in the dusty white

Rainbows ring from the epicenter

Lighter

Lighter

Flims melt into cotton flavour

Mildly sweet; sweetly mild

Beyond, no sugar; just milk

Thinner

Thinner

Beyond, no milk; just water glass

Crushed into ghostlike foils

Etched into countless suffering faces

Traces of silver

Sprinkled over their graves

Spring never came; just

Winter.

- Naychi

late 2018

Yangon

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