It is dark and cold,
from outside and inside.
It is dawn or dusk,
I keep wondering.
I am in a cave,
under the mountain,
maybe beside a river.
Thought of it makes
me thirsty.
I take a deep breath,
to calm myself, maybe
more for surviving.
I start to walk like
a baby, tripping on
stones and mud.
I finally see a blue,
filled with white glitter
and I walk towards it.
I am outside,
of the mountain of
darkness, gazing at
the twinkles and smelling
the salt.
My eyes open,
every time, it is dawn,
when all is happening
in my head.
-Sneha
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