Thursday, 14 September 2017

Your Story

Your stories are all silent movies of the yore 
Painted in every shade of white and grey

In the hushed hours between wakefulness 
Jump, start, loop and return to where 
Everything is only just beginning.
And you, the hero of every book I ever  read

At that turn when your story met mine
They say night jasmines bloom to this day. 








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