The Residual Hours
My windows are my exclusive groves
My absolutely private dreams
Your lovely dreamy beauty brooks
Your small and soft but brilliant suns
Let me stay my eyes shut
Inside the poems you ardently wrote
But I am not going to ever quote
It was frenzy between what and what
Ah how winy are the memory flowers
Holding on to the residual hours
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April 16, 2016
Submitted for the Poetry Contest: Photograph #1 – under 10 lines
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Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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