And seldom does one see your kind,
as though budding shrubs, late autumn
I observe, enthralled by their hue,
reflection.

Is this same me, is it undoubtedly you

I thought as memories hung from
every branch and limb, as twilight
woke to prayers and hymn.

It all comes down to the last person

we think of before we sleep, for
that’s where our heart resides
unmistakably-

 

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Posted for ‘Sanaa’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

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