Revival
It is still the same
subtle and fresh.
Your voice deep
like a grave dark wood,
invades my antiquity.
The chasm within
transports my existence ;
denudes me
and it cast a pall on my sanity.
Disheveled
Grotesque
My own reflection
deceives me.
So lonely
and desperate.
Copyright © Bishnu Bhusal | Year Posted 2010
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