death
accompanied her and me
but
i was the one brought back from the sleep
only
to sit discomposed in utter silence
stream
leaked from my eyes,
like
river from a cold glacier
hundreds
of wolves eyes,
staring
at mine
the
leak is old but strong
i
cry now and then
as
flood of memories
sweeps into
my head
About- This poem is a reflection of a moment in my life when i sat quiet, shadows were breathing and memories flooded in like an ancient glacier just melted down, which still do.
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