Swinging Stars
What
is the
neon mauve
moon without trails
of twinkling twilight stars that swing in skies?
Perhaps, memories are just fluorescent
leaves that sing in
lifeline-ink
of the
past,
stained
with pearl-
pastels of
present seconds,
pulsating heartbeats without 'You and I'.
Copyright © Hiya Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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