like the skins of eggplant, stretched explicitly-
this reminds her of the days
when the window beckoned her name,
and the garden danced beneath her toes.
her right brain argued with her left,
her imagination craved to be set free.
in her mind,
the great barrier reef,
proposes a problem of color,
as she gazes over the edge,
into the darkest of waters,
soft reflections of yellow,
play games with her eyes.
in her heart,
the walls are dripping
with lines of love,
each person leaving their mark behind,
in this big city,
they just crave to manufacture an imprint.
the shadows twirl and whirl their way around this big empty room,
as she lays in the middle of the beautiful and dust coated floors,
breathing in every moment of history
that this old attic has offered her...
her eyes have seen the things at the end of the earth,
and her feet have been dipped in the oldest of seas
every inch of the floor is covered by
the letters, that lay worn, tattered and stained,
from every adventure that became reality.
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