Script is being written,
I’ve found that bronze chisel which was long gone!
I’ve now started writing that long pending story,
This time on an excavated Rosetta stone!
Life is ephemeral,
Reminiscences are making them last long!
There is dense fog cloud in my chest,
Now it’s just trying to be blown!
They said it’s just the sixth degree of separation,
The one will loom before long!
I trust them to make this ensue,
And Now I see her coming, holding in her left hand, that ‘Greek Anemone’.
She’s rising through the half light,
On the night of the crescent moon!
This anecdote is in the making,
Unsure of what made it look-up atone!