In those
misty mornings
Flavoured with bleakness
Embalmed in
disappointed feelings,
When coldness
thaws in the middle of the night
For only a
brief moment, tautly stretched:
I’ll meet you
in that moment before sleep
I'll meet you
where
Home is a
place of absences
And numbness:
Let us find cancerous
cures
In an
anonymous, anesthetic love
©Geetakshi Arora
November 29, 2013
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