Reminiscence

Poetry. Those forgotten memories, with the darkness that could still sprout out.

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Behind the realms,
Of the mind,
Repose the shadows,
Of an acquaintance.

Pursuing malefic orbs,
In the dark,
Calling the dawn,
Of an existence.

With no name,
With no face,
Why does it feel,
Of a reminiscence?

~Afrah Khan