In these untested and never seen walls,
the porch with pillars are gone.
Hazy sunsets have overtaken the dusks
where once the bleeding sun healed the souls.
These clouds trailed me from my hamlet,
they still rain, they still revolt.
The waves, once were closer to the skin,
now lingers unseen with the sands.
Some wrecked apertures fling some light,
the efforts couldn’t clutch it at all
It slips like sand slips from the fingers,
leaving the body to turn into a carcass.
And so, the remembrance of those grins
so much void and charmless with the lathering time
now occur at the pace of a heartbeat
to remind of the air that turned into smoke.