• brahmleen_ 45w

    Plasticity of drained film 
    walks amid the ages 
    painted upon white feathers 
    absence of heavy bags of
    chestnuts 
    appear like sparkly
    moonlights 
    empty streets filled with 
    fresh sands around puddles
    hush voice of a lonely girl 
    suppressed amid the
    dark corners 
    of four storied yard
    strolling eyes of turned embryo
    gazes
    at the calico popsickles 
    lest torn woods
    open the graveyard where 
    your lively shoe left to seek 
    the dropping winds hovering
    wet seasons. 

    βrαhmleen