A SUM OF COMPLEX.
I never feel of night to rise for touch of blue
as darkness grips to hide in hindrance
dew slips away to tell its story of love
soliloquy falters to rhyme songs of unison.
yet I look into calendar hung on my wall
years after years no more words I hear
events slot into oblivion of languid void
history slips away into pages of memoir.
as I hold abacus to do a sum of complex
in adherence memory and events time tossed
dream sleep in its deeper silence
in vale of mist I see you to exist again .
as breeze whispers by its sultry ripples
I slowly stay awake to see blurred images
void knocks me to open door of reminiscence
light of love premeditates to form stillness.
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