They moved towards the dark,
matching his slow steps. He, humming
his blurred laugh, more blurred
with feet.
Tag: Poem
In memory-GAYA. (Poetry)
I search you in your
Faded bricks,in your
Colours incomprehensible,
Your barren mornings,in
Those sly nights.
Your pretentious laugh
Talks of that past
Flickering in your corners,
But those eyelids hide the
Present;shattered behind
The dusty mist.
