Sketching
Time has flown away Like the wind driven Waves of mighty ocean Disappear in horizon Years have swept away All the brightened moments As they appear faded Like the thickly covered memories Sneak through the dust stricken Old framed mirror. And so is your image So drastically forgotten If ever strikes again At the window of my soul With stronger winds of remembrance Brushing up the dusty mirror, I might sketch you once again Even with my eyes closed.