It transcends into empty skies.
As we watch
the same birds
that flew
in the tranquility
of their emptiness
Sink
into
the same
spaces
that used to hold them
Sink
into
a canvas
that was never painted
Sink
into
oceans
that didn’t mind holding them
As we try
to hold onto
everything
that began letting
us go.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Koushik Das
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