evenings like these

evenings like these




there are evenings,
evenings like these,
when i stand beneath the sky
alone against its limitless expanse
and feel like a flower bud in spring.
opening and unfolding
spreading out my soul in all it's entirety
until, without a noise, the landscapes begin to match.
both the inner and the above.

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -