Wednesday, December 27, 2017

AN EMPTY LOOK



A rustic music plays
into my sodden ears
wet of soaking memories
Traversing the bound 
of my unforgettable past 

The night meow
a slight of pawing legs
Stinging my shadow 
with unpleasant whim 
Crossing unthinkable thoughts

I have never been so lucky
in your hidden identity
The more staring I get
I get it not from you, but
Me; carrying an empty look forward 

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