What it took to erase the picture that was?
She wondered with a brush in hand, ready to put the last stroke
He kept mum, exhibited a smile diluted with time,
and a patch on the canvas lost its hue, humbly disappeared
merged with the white, became spotless for eternity
Who knows what continues to entrance the on-lookers?
Who stole the moments you lost last September?
she looked at him in curiosity brimming out of her blue eyes
He turned his eyes away, and she let free the last jingle
In the dim light from the fireflies’ glow, a conjurer vanished in the
backdrop
The thick woods had taken captive all that was left free of time
Who can decipher the inner music that keeps the madcap going?
What it took to make fly the wingless bird that didn’t return?
The sky shrank a little, she closed her eyes as she read the answer
The ground had swallowed all that he stood for,
Silence silencing the outspoken, the voices of the autumn coming alive
The woods fell and the paper burst out of fire, another tale waiting to be
told
Backstage, a mynah sang the last song of the season in her native
tongue.
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