satishverma
Collapsing Lights
Category: /General/
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There was no ending 
of questions.
I grope, I miss.
Memory plays
tricks. I have come
afar in shrinking heights.
A face jumps
in mirror.
Cannot recognize me.
Aging eyes.
Moon. Fallen leaves,
wrinkled yellow, harsh winter.
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