Binodan

And somedays after it rains
I will borrow filters of shared dreams,
let them sieve like burnt oil
into drains that run into
our greasy hearts,
leave smudged memories
when we think of it too much.

Till the grounds dry
those filters will remain.

After, I will search for rain
again.

- Swinging Moods (Binodan)

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