I took a wistful reverie To heal from the cataclysm Our confluence had brought. Yet in my trance The muses stabbed me With shards of moments. And I bled tears, When my torment was complete, The tears dried. And the shards froze, Into perfect crystal souvenirs In my heart. Poem previously published at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/15641776-The-Souvenirs-You-Left-by-AbhijitChatterjee
I took a wistful reverie
To heal from the cataclysm
Our confluence had brought.
Yet in my trance
The muses stabbed me
With shards of moments.
And I bled tears,
When my torment was complete,
The tears dried.
And the shards froze,
Into perfect crystal souvenirs
In my heart.
Poem previously published at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/15641776-The-Souvenirs-You-Left-by-AbhijitChatterjee
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