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With Wings of Dreams Shadowing

With wings of dreams shadowing
the tall buildings of Urbania,
we walk with gentle remembrance,
of poets, and prose, and people
of utmost curiosity.

Just beyond the mosaic that is
the setting sun - colours of
burnt red embers, glowing through
orbits of our eyes - stands still
a mountain where we walked
in search of God, and raspberries.

A million seconds pass before our eyes,
in a flash life flies by incensed
with the flavours of India and Atlantis.
We ogle the night to prove to ourselves
we are not as alone as we think.

Lovely, you say over and over again.
What holds back tomorrow, is merely
today.