In the used-goods shop
I cut a deal for the anklets
To decorate the feet
I bought the other day.
Dancing
To some forgotten tune
And lost in fulfillment
They seem to be complete now.
In my thoughts
I try to sculpt her in vain
While she whispers
"Visit the used-goods store again".
2 comments:
the poem seems so mystic. i am not able to fathom the thoughts going on in your mind
The question hangs in the air. Why the lady said what she said. And you have some haunting images here. :)
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