Those Days

by Venkat


love, was a pesky fly
humming in ears
crawling on nerves
drilling into silence
too small to let go
too big to rid of
too quick to catch
too slow to leave

until one day
the shrill noise
became music
springing forth
its nectar sweet
from those days
burnt into ash


2 Comments to “Those Days”

  1. Ha great one! Thanks for sharing 🙂

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