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Shades of My Past
At the night’s first blush,
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
Published 8th Nov 2024
| Edited 9th Nov 2024
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nightly visits.
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