May you find solace

The golden light coming from the bedroom window

breaks on the wall and stays there

barely touching the coat rack

where more than coats, the silk scarves keep slipping 

but it doesn't matter,

We can not see in the dark,

Especially not when the floor is covered in jute, 

as if barren earth is protesting

the rains haven't quenched it enough,

and those coming in can…

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