Memories Poem by Insha Muzafar
Memories
I am here
and here is what?
Little beyond last day's broken thread
deep into throbbing heart of past
I know the alleys and
their unmindful potholes
dissecting angles of spindly trees
moon like Miss Havisham
stuck in branches of willow tree
the faces like talking photographs
sepia and neon hues
and in the static garden
there is always a place for me and you
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4/17/2024 7:57:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
there is always a place for me and you, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.