Poetry Project 2017: Day 81

Cool breeze,
I put my winter slippers on
for the last time.

Closing the curtains
of the open window,
temperate sleep awaits.

Hair frizzing,
a preview of rainy season's

Hopping between puddles,
I wonder if
I'll dry out.

An old friend's picture
brings yesterday

 I dreamt I missed you,
do you even
remember me?

Life changes,
dreams stay the same,
yearning for connection.


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