February 23, 2014

Ekphrasis - 10

The rains came 
And played with my heartstrings
Cold hands stammered 
Words shivered before 
A mere gasp escaped
It had got foggy, the insides
Memory came to write on the walls
Time regaled with a cruel joke
Softly your words drummed again
Within the walls of my being

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