What is this flickering
of pale murkey light
Simmering out thached
through an old hut -
Painful whispering of an aged couple
A lone octogenarian
It is mid night
of shattering wishes
Tattered windows and a slippery door
Breathing weak of heart -
Higher pitch
for a grim unknown
What are needs
of their bosom talk
A longing for togetherness
Twinkling distant stars with their closed eyes
Shooting upwards
Last wishes of their lonely heart
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