There once lived a bromide named Salai.
To know her is to know she does not die.
Who’d believe such an obvious lie?
Eyeing my Beloved and sneakin’ peeks.
A cool calm settles as the sun sets behind the skyscraping heights of apartmentland. There are no more shadows here. Be it summer or winter, direct sunlight diffuses at two.
via “Living at a Crossroads” by Lady Polarity