to die
is when life melts into colours
and then you will find me in the first monsoon rain
for i will be the dewdrop an youngster finds
amid the fresh green grass
might be if i have luck enough
i will be the blue
of the summer sky
and i'll be the black of a moonless night
that makes the stars seem brighter still.
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