The last lullaby


It was a rendezvous

a tryst with lost hidden moments

fancied through dreams and imaginations

become alive

as fingers on an vintage collection turn the pages

Few drops shed, innumerable smiles captured

the nostalgia of dusty coherence

reminded of old wiped tragedies

a cluster of flowers once bloomed

together

It’s autumn time now ,

dear friend

The florets sing the

last lullaby.

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