Shiny glasses on concrete walls
Tiny people on crowded crawls
Haze in the air
choked my voice.
Sounds of nothing
blocked my view.
Many moons waited
and lost on the other side.
Many skies painted eve
on the light.
Somewhere in the air,
on top of the world
I lost my Horizon.
© S.Anand
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