Deva De Silva - **A Note in Blue

Standing under a sun mellowed
My feet stood still
Pausing at will
Relishing the sand's
Sheer wanton silk
Recalling footprints
Erased long ago
By an unruly wind
It was fate’s inevitable wand
Indeed!

Squinting my eyes narrow
Raking through a wild burrow
A weed growth of memoirs
Blurred with time
Paying no heed
To the wind bellow
Watching me fearfully
Chasing a note
Kiting in the wind
With your phone number
Printed in blue
It was you roaring
In ill-mannered glee!

Deva De Silva

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