Red sky at night
A memory nailed on each hand
Crucified on mirrors in frozen summer
You forget where your story began
Straining through the ebbs and falls
You capture a fleeting embrace
The paint is peeling off the walls
The past is etched on your face-Nausher

© NAUSHER BANAJI 2014. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

 

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