Moisture...

When moisture seeps across might sky,

When dark brightens dark,

I'm blown a way, away from echos, 

As I walked for miles with me,

It wasn't that hard to loose my way, 

As I talked for hours to me,

It wasn't that hard to wait being wet, 

Since I waited for long to get wet with wet eyes, 

In the world of fluffy wretched weights...

As I dreamt of a dream for me,

It wasn't that hard to scream,
in midst of misty woods,  in midst of dripping greens,

Since I screamed for years to get away from histories that still scream... 

-Tapashya Das