Far into
dim oblivion
Have the rainbow
shades of yester years faded.
That final
short conversation,
In reality
a confession
hauntingly remains
as lingering
reminiscence.
Eyes now are wary for want of a glimpse,
Palate bland of taste.
The mind is a vagabond of thoughts
And the heart questions,
‘Will there ever be summer ?’
12/11/2014
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