They aren't blind yet; the limit still in sight, Dusk it is, their shadows be taller than us.
Tag: memories
Those fallen kings or queens
We were fallen kings or queens; With black souls on white sheets playing our life’s chess game.
Copper beads of salt
In a copper afternoon, wish I could go back five summers thrice, Breathing life in those frenzies of half pants and size fours.
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