When

24.8.2016.

When

The swallows drop

 From the evening sky

And the sun slides 

Behind the western hills

When the cloak of night 

Pulls gingerly 

Across earth's beaten chest

When

Songs of yesteryear

Whisper through the silent trees

And memories stir

The cobwebs of time

When soft voices 

Murmur those old words of yesterday

And they hang 

Suspended

Restrained by faded lips

I pause

Tongue-tied

And fail to ask the question

When.

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