Sheets of blue, the vision dreams another you
In a memory cast of illusions, I hardly know you.
Twinkle steps of laughter, basked in honey dew
I still sleep listening to hums of you. .
But for the gaze of an apparition that shadows,
A figure that’s outlined like you.
A sinner of a saint..my mirror image
The memory has me draped.
Alive but not to be rekindled by you,
A longing I once yearned for you.
The sands of flailing time,
Fingerprints dusts in my cliquey mind
Seeps a gust of a windy tale..
In my memories resides your resting space..
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