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When Horizon Closes In
I have touched the horizon,
And it no more recedes
Rather it closes in
And in a rare gesture
Hugs me with the warmth
Of a frosty December.
When my shadow gains dimension,
And I distinctly listen to
The perennial echo
Of a familiar lullaby,
Echoing softly in my ears
Like the falling of a baby step
On a sandy carpet.
I have touched the earth and the sky
With my bare hands
And strangely, no more
Can I differentiate the hue
Of the rising and setting sun,
For they look so similar
Against a similar sky.
I have seen roses
Changing their colours,
Winds their directions
And poetry its emotions
From sonnets to elegy.
Lo!
There is unusual greenery
At the neighbouring graveyard
And I can now recite
My epitaph and give music to it
Like an accomplished musician.
poem
by
Arkay Drk
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