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Ekphrastic Free Verse ~ Distant Beholder

Munia Khan, BG


Photo by Robin Amaral

Distant Beholder


When the horizon averts the fusion of emptiness and absence
I start counting the last clouds –all ungathered
As those mass of frozen aches,
my blue sky longs to heal;
it sends them away
to something that awaits in the westerly direction
only to paint the colour of billowing bonfires
across the existing cleavage
And this sky- merely a distant beholder
The holder of my universe!




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