sometimes you are so vivid ,
in my imagination.
yet sometimes a mist,
in front of me,
making you blur ,
in my imagination.
It is my lens which differs,
you image every time.
You were always clear,
my lens get's a magical;
dust.
-Carillon
AKA
Afsah
YOU ARE READING
Chime
PoetryEver heard a chime? you would have. it isn't just a chime. It's a provoking story.
