Blue Black Skies

Poetry

Vaishali Paliwal
Nov 20, 2019 · 1 min read

Invisible moon’s light lives in
The petal. A red source

Blooms in open eyes passing
under tree of life. Once mother

She sees white roses of summer’s night
Also invisible. She asks

Everyone gets to have a sun.
Where is mine? ‘Prays’

Pray for a passion. For everything to
Not remain dead. Worms are tired too.

A tall maple of red autumn
grows out of her blue black skies

Not reachable. Blood leaves of elegant
birches carrying life in veins. Not reachable.

Vaishali Paliwal

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inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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