Moments of Days in Holland
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Gold Dust and Birds
The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation.
Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision.
A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea,
From way back then.
The beach became paving slabs and moss,
The sun disguised by brick not coconut.
The Arabian Sea profound and distant.
Warm Indian faces replaced by impatient Caucasians at the bus stop K.
Lentils to tinsel
Beetroot from jars
Water to Wicked.
Brown as a berry coated in snow.