Your Pictures From Aeon
I still find beautiful pictures of you
Painted on my frail heart.
One, two, maybe three but not few,
Hanging beneath its wounded parts
Daily blurred further by nostalgic tears.
Your voice re-echoes
Like fired cannons,
It haunts worse than geckos
Peeping through dark shadows from aeon.
Adieu lost love,once again.
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