Mists Of Time


Tall trees
jealously guard
their turf
allowing only
a faint glimmer
of sunlight
to strike the floor

The mist
hangs heavy
in the air
redolent with
the scents
of the forest, like

the mist,
perfumed
from feelings
now evaporated,
settles like dew
on my lashes
to ink
the reminiscence
of our time
together

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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