comes in the way of my memory
the hearts divulge, it is
their subtle art of treachery
the last stubborn leaf
on a windy autumn night
simply wouldn't let go
how many seasons more
will it cling
through glimmer moonlit skies.
invisible splash of shimmering white
on the blackened canvas
rendered across a starless sky
i lived the day , when dragons cried
a flutter of emotions , the missing heartbeat
been ages last i watched you sleep
couldn't help but smile
that passerby
was the stubborn love that shy
touch didn't last one kiss
blink of an eye, ceased to exist
the frequent hoist
on a sodden roof so slippery
your memory comes in the way of my memory
the hearts divulge, it is
their subtle art of treachery.
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