Elf Poem by manoz shrestha

The trees and bricks were transformed to shadows
And Echo had turnde to people on the streets,
My eyes faltered, breathing was low,
My insight was getting malignant fits.
Birds of memiors; stone the crow;
I felt for my body to make sure it exists;
The darkness was torned alas! by a little by a door;
There I saw her and eveything turned neat.
My spirit twinkled as my restlessness dimmed;
My heart singled to spare flashes of her face,
Those physician look inquireda and trimmed
The steps of love I couldn't trace.
Now I question the ease as I'm overjoyed
I'm marooned from clutches of time and tide