With the cascades of memories
the ivory afternoon gets blotted.
Rolling on the bed, the tangled hair
deepens its roots and stays.
Laughter in my ears that never faint
gives me company in my solitude,
thoughts like flower bloom
dotes its source and
slowly fades when no body knows.
These glistening dew drops
slip down my mind,
accrues to the heart,
longs to be shared.
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