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Gazing through the window pane

Sun light crawling in above the slit

I paused

To hear the sweet dissonance

Or perhaps not too sweet

The wind gushing past the curtains

Striking the black surface of the table top

With a rather muffled row

I cloaked in the clatter

And as the noise fainted

Breezing over my dimpled cheeks

I paused again

Only to see the last bit vanish

Only to hear the noise drip away from my ears

Only to feel spaced in again

I sit still

Tapping my fingers up and down

Propping back onto my chair

Surrendering to this inseparable perception

And feeling disdainfully and mournfully relieved



Alekhya Lingutla

For every emotion that is instilled, I write to unfold.