As the shadows lengthen
Time slips like the grains of sand
Creating a shifting dune
Of your memories.
My thoughts dance, dangerously
Within this twisted time-warp,
While soaking up the tint
Of the setting sun.
Why do these emotions
last beyond a lifetime?
Why does my heart remain
With yours, forever entwined?
The night sky yawns
Swallowing up the sentiments
I drink up your fragrant memory,
Drink it to dregs.
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Anne Adarsh is a radiologist by profession but finds herself repeatedly returning to her first love in all things. Poetry. A self-confessed Recluse also blessed (or cursed perhaps!), with an insatiable curiosity to learn new things, writing to her, means a landscape in her mind's eye, to which she can always escape to, whenever life closes in on her.
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