A Visage Poem by Sarah Naiding

Underneath the clouded memory

A visage with whom I collided,

Was a visage of prodigal.

Half wrapped; half covered ;

With a nasty scarf: it was.

Frozen eyes with fluttering lips

Starring at the decaying sun,

As if longing for home to return.

Poor visage with oblivion mind

Unaware! about the fact;

That the home he pulverized,

Promptly metamorphosed into the

marbel town.



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