After a Long Time
I can't find words to rhyme,
My thoughts are rusty
My pen covered in grime.
The flow is frosty,
Warmth been a long time
Silence at estuary
Vaporizing what does remain
Needling through the ocean
I endeavour to stitch
A tapestry of emotions
Beautiful and rich.
Mused lines, camouflaging
To string in chord
With the pursuer's tuning.
Copyright © Preethi Narasimhan | Year Posted 2020
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