Ashed Reminisce.

the dreams dissipate and
imaginative reality seeps in
devouring me;
the milky moon cascades down
and entwine with my embers
redefining my spectrum of life

I could feel the breeze stir
and open her mouth to whisper
a name, too haunting;
I delve into the studious stars
feeling lost in the pool of deceit,
stars are good deceivers…

consumed wholly in the artless sky,
the canvas painted a naked picture
I swallowed placid reminisce
like a bitter truth and your face
upon all other valuables
glistened as the night stood still.

and I held my hands with ghosts.


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