Beyond the last sunset


Beyond the last sunset

where feet rest on spoken words
kept for so long
in a treasure chest
of unfinished days;
where all of the reasons are lost
in vanilla haze
of costumes and conversations
over coffee and cake;
where only a few photographs float
in search still
of the only other soul
whose story it is;
where beginnings wait for one more chance,
you and I,
we meet again
to script a different ending.

Sangeetha writes on her blog She's at the moment, fascinated by how wandering words tessellate to encase moments...moments she likes to revisit.

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