Collapsing Lights

satishverma

There was no ending 
of questions. 
I grope, I miss. 

Memory plays 
tricks. I have come 
afar in shrinking heights. 

A face jumps 
in mirror. 
Cannot recognize me. 

Aging eyes. 
Moon. Fallen leaves, 
wrinkled yellow, harsh winter.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2019 20:22
  • Category: Nature
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