Pic: Self

putting the past
through a strainer,

two bowls
of distinct colours,

slowly, but surely
get filled,

one which shows
the reflections,

of them
that went away,

and the other
which smiles like a rainbow,

as you
unpredictably, unoticed,

and unintentionally
to your own dismay,

happened to fill
all those cracks,

with your naturally
benevolent glaze.

Β© vidursahdev 2020

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