Poetry Blog by Sreyashi Choudhury (nostalgia)
*Times that the witches have woven or, a blast from the proverbial past*
Christopher,
I don't know
what it amounts to,
or
if there is to have
any sort of
meaning to
what we etched,
scribbled
or blabbered,
in the utmost
drunkenness
of times.
I sure don't find any reason for that, now.
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I was,
indeed,
reading our letters,
today.
Another time,
another history,
Wasn’t it, though?
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Did we merge into 'another' reality, somehow...
Monday 21st January 2019 6:48 pm
