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[evathadiva]

Looking up to the sky
The smudged white patterns
On blue
Like the signiature
Salty waves
Massage on the sand
The seagulls
Now appearing
Like sky fish
Drawn out of the water
Funny how the
Bridge’s arches
seem to scrape away
The sky

Making it bleed
Pink red
And orange

Each tear
Removing
Each expectation
Until
All that is left is a
Desert
Blown free of wishes
Or
wants