Sriram Viswanathan

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And somewhere she's around
Comes calling the sound
Forget the breeze, the lights
The threads that fill the space

Colors are winding her shadow
To the beat of a blink
A silhouette of fascinating life
One step at a time into the light

Straight lines seem to have vanished
As have the shapes
All in a pastel mirage
I see the most beautiful face...