Snowflake's are getting ready, evolved with not-so-dusky
rather than, a cold blanket covers the whole reign
as in the clock retrieved forth & back, my boots
churned in the wooden floor, I look for my days back
where emotions weren't rare folks, a spine of dampy scents
fill the air to creep out the nostalgic roasts.
*
Everything's deemed with silence, only the beating
Of hearts can be heard.
I remembered the wooden floor, where we used to sit
to chit-chat, maybe finding warmth in each other's embrace
now I don't open the heating burns,
for myself I know, I'm already burnt with the flaming lips.
So, I light a candle in each day to remember
my old childhood, where with the melting waxes
the fresh scents used to fill in.
as in the remainder of the old days, those frozen waxes
melt too in the heat burns but naive me,
playing with the fierce flames, while swinging
by the fingertips, it used to give me immense pleasure
Little I couldn't understand, at the end of day
these frozen waxes won't be frozen anymore.
*
within each heat flames, it reduces gradually
the light of flaring sights aren't seen anymore,
only the melted waxes are strapped on the floor,
flemish lights of rabbit holes: peeking outside,
with me, availing in the depth of darkness.
My longing gaze is stuck on the chirping window.
— 30/12/2022
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