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melt

Tahmina Maula


melt

(after the Kyaiktio Pagoda, The Golden Rock, Myanmar)





twilight falls against an august sky

first stars blink

last light stirs

the air chimes

with the blue sigh of night



the many are joined

by a golden thread

a single strand

a fine hair's breadth

on wind-song we become one



then melt


into the other


become breath







Tahmina Maula is a British-Bangali writer, EAPOLecturer and Interpreter. She has done freelance work for The Poetry Society and is a member of Greenwich Poetry Workshop and Greenwich Stand Group.


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