What hides you, there
into your faint smile
carrying, appendages of wrinkled thoughts
Every time that you sag
a muted gaze upon me
I remain fixed
of my telling a tale
Not much is left in-between
to take a resurrected view of
flickering of breaths
That, you will be leaving me anytime soon
Keeping me silent –
a leftover
into your faint gaze

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