You died on a day of sunshine
Or maybe it was a day of rain
Were you trapped in your own memories
Was the sublime drowned by the mundane
You muddle amidst murals
A promise and a prophecy in each hand
Dancing on mirrors of frozen summer
You forget where your story began
Straining through the ebbs you fall
Grasping a fleeting embrace
The past is peeling off the walls
Your heart is etched on your face-Nausher Nash Banaji Duo

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