The lone bird at the top of
A brown, jaded, leafless tree
Tall and unbending above the green,
Reaching into the blue.

Discarded bags that once held cement,
A length of rope, abandoned shoes
Going nowhere on the brown ground,
Their feet tired and hardened somewhere.

The single ray of light venturing
From the forever into the now
Eclipsing the broken chair in the distance
Trapped inside the web of shadows.

And there I am, a reflection
The imagination of the mirror
Rising up from the shadows and every day,
Memories flowing through the shell that I am.

About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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