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Sky Blues | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Turning around
salt in the air thickens
not the fog, a musty smell
saying that evening must not end, equinoxes or not
things must happen
then disappear like quicksilver, evening thickens, the turn around
washes away sky blues.



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