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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