Sunday, 3 August 2014


I reminisce days
When I knew how to laugh
And all that pained
Did not quite last

All the rain’s emptied
On all the leaves and
I move to hold the memories
And begin pouring

Circled by squirrells 
And brimmin with earth
Savouring scents and glimmer
And their thousand parts

I resume with a sharpened pencil
The half filled paper
The inchoate story
And the longing complete

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