The strokes of white pastel
on the stygian sky,
and horizon adorned with
snippets of still lullaby.
With muted zephyr swirling,
slowly twirling the crumbs
of mizzling clouds,
enticing me to unfurl my arms,
to embossom,
the drizzling shrouds.

©MadhusmitaBeura

- ©MadhusmitaBeura