met again in my lane of memory,

clothed in gay and merry

vocal at negating pale stains

with belittled gaze at thoughts

endured temporal mirages,

she remained the same

strangely similar all the time

shattered yet strong pieces

wild with raw flow of soul

clutching confusions so as to turn ill.

purging my naivety out

sucking the world in

tracing minor rays of light

hopped out of the tunnel

to witness even to listen

clapping wings in pursuit.