Sunday, 11 February 2018

Her remnants...

A breath of mine escaped into an unknown wind,
I remained seated gazing, while it took dead leaves along with it.

Last time I met with her, she didn't even recognise me,
The memory of us still linger upon warm pain like a dew.
Plunged into an exuberant zyphre, know not where it come from..know not where it goes.

I muse, half I utter and half Cresent eulogy darkling remained unsaid.
The weight of regret summons the palm of pain and it grabs my asunder heart, till he be satisfied, till it be quenched...
I remained seated stilly...



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