Along the wrinkles of time
lay my age-old heart.
On heaps of withered stillness
its shrilling wreckage strewn.
On shores of a missing story
facade of love tides surge.
I wish to set sail one last time
give me your child-like eyes.
Worlds, words and woes vanish
as I go astray to gaze yet again
into this young heart―full of stars.
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