Kiss the sky


In between

morning and evening,

like when the sky yawns

from purple to blue to orange

and back again,

my heart seeks the kissing times-

a break from papers and bread.

I like the moments

when I’m surprised

amid the humdrum,

like when love turns

from gentle to jackhammering.

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