Flame of Old candle πŸ”₯

When dreams tear apart,
And silence strokes in beats,
Frozen touch in my words,
Snow melts over my eyes,
And I do miss you a bit,
Middle of day and middle of night.

Visions are all blurred,
Time waits for none,
Your memory is wiped out,
Just like sole peeling of old shoes.

Yet,I do surrender,
At some lonely fractions,
When soul searches cohesion,
Your face comes into vision,
Letting me remind my obsession.

Walking down the memory lane,
Tracing ashes in beautiful flashes,
Where innocence of love meets zen,
Life was quiet and nothing in mess.

Wish I could turn back the clock,
Stay in right there and never come along,
Breathing magical moments little more,
Start over once again with a heart of pure.

Happiness in dreams,
Does it count too in precise,
β€œYou” became delusion in vague,
Feelings smoothened over the decades.
Time waits for none,
Your memory is wiped out,
Story of long years faded in blues,
Just like sole peeling of my old shoes.

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