Somewhere en route to Krang Suri,
rolling hills of yellow-ochre tumble
into the velvet blue,
sprinkled with stars slowly
finding their dusk’s glow.
The moon is here. So is the sun.
And the roads have been running
towards the mountains all day,
arms outstretched
like a little bare-footed girl
on her first day of summer vacation.
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