As the sepia blends with tapered ends,
bleed into my every sight.
As the glass wall breaks that held at bay,
the memories you left behind.
As the autumn sets and cluttered frames
seep into my every thought
this soul unpurged of coffee stains lies with a broken start!
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I'm not really sure of this one and whether the use of coffee here is suitable and/or makes sense. But this is all I could think of for this word.
Love,
Pratyusha
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Winters Of The Heart | Versification ✓
Poetry| Versification 2023 | "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." - Jean Cocteau A poetry collection for the contest. Started: 1st April 2023 Completed: 30th April 2023
