By Maziah Shaaz
All that was and all I remember,
peach or pink, a blurred vision;
the tal| shadow found its way
looming afar, the wait was over
All I remember is life walking,
smiling; that throbbing vein
on forehead, etched like a map line
a way to my treasure trove.
All 1 remember is the glasses
on table, piercing pools of tranquility
shoving chills down my spine,
a call, a break, a loop and a catch
All I remember is the smell of
silent smoke, the ringlets
lingering in the air and seeping
beneath my existence, and
all I remember is my destiny
falling face first, weak in the knees
melting on the embers of love
burning forever the walled city of ice.
By Maziah Shaaz
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