Are you okay? I asked my smile,
I asked because I couldn't discern,
I bartered it a long time ago,
At the shrine of death in unknown hearts,
It's a flickery thing that saps our love,
Take it back and never come back,
They threw it away; it stuck to my face,
Now I don't remember how it felt,
Was it happiness I felt back then while I smiled?
I walked in the forest dry to its truth,
For a drop of the moon to wet my face,
And a sliver of rain to shine on my teeth,
I wished to feel something again as I smiled,
The forest was there; it rained there too,
And the moon did shower light everywhere, but,
It's just there in my face- as sorry as the amnesiac.
I cried in agony, but the smile stayed still,
A haunting lesson I taught myself,
A prison of plaster to live in this world,
That set me hard to the impending dusk.
I became a corpse pall bearing its happiness,
In the split coffin of my chapped lips, upon which,
The flowers of the world refused to wither,
The fabrics of the world declined to shroud.
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Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker
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