footfalls

 

this
dead of night
is my time
I reacquaint myself
with self cradling
inner uproar
~
mirrors fill with crushing sadness
strong family resemblance leaches
joy resoundingly bringing home
the fact… they are no more
~
Still…. in this still witching hour
neither night nor morning …sounds
of faint footfalls make me aware
they continuously stroll in my heart
~
Freda Kahlo

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