Sandstone crystals engraved in bone;
Black gravel channeling in arteries;
Hours and Hours have gone and gone,
The naturality has been replaced by batteries.
Time has refused to remain,
Now we escalate in moments of confusion,
We can't look at each other the same again-
-There's just a back and fourth redundancy in confusion.
YOU ARE READING
Whiffs Of NostAlgiA
Poetry...memories , memories, memories.. that's all they are now isn't it...
