A Forgotten Last Kiss
A trapped butterfly, on a tuesday night,Left me without any goodbyes,
Into the night sky, without a song,
Leaving memories, a lonely dream.
Such a mystery, her life incomplete,
Her Journey, the realm of dreams,
Appearing at first like poison,
A nectar to ascend her creation.
There was elegence in her agression,
I saw it in her dance, In her rythm,
Seventy nine days of enchantment,
A shadow that bring back memories.
Memory, turned my words into poetry,
My fears transformed into smiles,
Another life, Another wish,
A forgotten last kiss.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
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