Casualties of war

It all quieted down to orange

Orange of the sun
hushing down sleepy horizon
of our misty dreams

Orange of our faces
by the fire
as we whispered to the stars

our lost stories

Orange of the color
of your eyes
smeared with our endings

Vaishali Paliwal grew up in India in a household of passionate poets, musicians and painters. A manager by profession and engineer by degree, yet poetry is where her heart is. She has her poetry blogs and likes to share her words with friends and community for creative sparks to keep lighting their fires.

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