Revisit
Felt was then
-took chances
-went, sat there
– (where we met)
-exact same location…
In mirror found the age
-reflecting dust and dirt
-in a hill of garbage…
Heard tune of grace
-in soft side of hardness,
-powdery, time given.
Visible were changes
-on wrinkles of the face.
Beauty turned ugly
-implicit, broken,
-no trace of kindness.
Focused on the grey;
-no more was a mountain,
-had shrunk (humongous,)
-vanished its brightness!
Thought, thought, thought
-sobbed the sigh of silence.
Wobbled words in the heart:
– “Go away and hate her.”
Spring woke the birds;
-ran away the winter.
Of the poor white snow
– (its virgin pureness,)
-no track had been left.
The ruler, in place
-was the pile of darkness!
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