Yesterlife

Life brings you small pieces of broken moments at times,

While you naively look at them and wonder where the verities went wrong :

The window that brought in the childhood yellow sun -

Or the balcony that showed in the first spell of shower,

The baby rabbit that followed your steps right through the night,

A torn newspaper remnant of Calvin or Opel - Life is a Journey ?



A montage of colours and moments so small,

They are almost intangible.

If not for the silence they bring.

A collage of colours, thinned and melted out by tears - trickle down slow

Along the quiet winding path that goes to everything

I once called Life.


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