The sun blinked
a dreamy smile...
Collected ravages of dry geraniums
mouldy fragrance of desiccated bark
slish slash on heavy waters.
Of dreams - thousands dreams..
There was a hill once
kissed by the morning rays
caressed by the breezy days
slapped by the sooty nights.
Until all that remains now is
dust - powdered ruins..
He said he misses her
I wonder if it is she he meant
or her smiles, her talks
or what all she stood for?
The sky embraced
another sleepy day -
long drawn, insipid.
A wait like Sisyphus..
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