Yesteryears

by MeeraMayaa

The poet is the priest of the invisible
I wish to be the invisible
Who can swim in the words
Words that speak my heart
Heart that keeps yearning for something
Something that I am still wondering
Wondering what is, its form?
Form which is just a bubble
Bubble waiting to burst tears
Tears of yesteryears

Yesteryears

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