Those restless wings of the chariot
Settle along the coastlines of the western winds.
The charioteer speaks without restraint,
While the black horse leans towards its pale white companion.
Dichotomy rides upon its unstoppable wagon,
Defining light and speed beyond the mind’s illusions.
Drifting beside the raging rivers,
The waves ashore prepare for a mighty awakening.
“Sorry,” whispered the white one,
Its tail adorned with a silver-lined vine,
Embracing the overflowing tides
Upon the silent shore.
— Mayanglambam Merina Leimarenbi
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