My Poems

About Time..

A piece of frost hurled up the fire,
as frigid as a stone..
The balm beckons and collects itself,
the gushing stream is something to eye on..
Evaporates to that alcove,
reminiscing that we kill..
Grins at my death mask, asks..
where were you when I was still?

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