Poetry

mere one..


one

mere

blink of your

eyes; nodding; aspirant feet

hopping; hurling; hurriedly rushing 

horses to horizon; couldn’t see you staggering;

struggling to propel the air, swing high and catch

holding up on patience, silently questionably,

fluttering eyes; stopped blinking for the

time, the space where dreams

thrust upon shadow

of hope

mere

one.

 

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