From the bygone days.
Today I want to gift myself a world of goodness
One face seen in everyone
A day without voices
And a moment of no dreams;
Today I want to gift myself
Peace and the memories that promise not to fade
What is not and could not be
The wishes of dead to come alive;
The unwritten verses, the unspoken sentences
The lost bangles pentagon boxes
The dressing table that I could sit at, all of the evenings
A letter that does not disappear;
Today I want to gift myself a day
That just ends itself
Leaving no trace no signs with the rising rays
But you me and nothing in between.
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