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A poem a day, Anything that does to mind, Autumn, Day 3, Dream, Fall, Hope, Leaves, Memories, NaPoWriMo, pleasant thoughts, Reality
Image credits – Kavita
Hidden from the
blank stares of common eyes
Camouflaged
in the autumnal rustle
of percussive willows
I hear footfalls
curtaining everything
that walked
before or after
The raised hair
at the nape of my neck
– just like when you rolled over
to whisper my name in my ear –
scream to me it’s you
Maybe it’s a dream
– or maybe not –
But I don’t want to find out
I like the standing hair
I like my name whispered in my ear
I like the sound of your name in the leaves
**Written for day 3 of NaPoWriMo… And now it’s just 27 days to go 🙂 **
