Dust of Grief
In pale twilight I hear remote bell tolls,
the sound shreds the dream tapestry dormant,
that spreads on me before the curtain falls.
The last flame of candle burns the remnant,
silent darkness wraps you in an instant,
squall of sorrow blows my faint breath away,
in dust of grief my broken heart decays.
At the bottom of my still soul you lie,
to your essence in my mute mind I say,
in eternity we’ll meet, you and I.
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February 2, 2022
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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