Condensed Thoughts

She took that vessel she had used once
Poured in boiling milk to it
As she stirred the hot drink
Her mind stirred and twirled 
back to the days she lived in her nest
Those blankets, those sheets,
the curtains, the fragrance..
What else not
Each and every corner had her soul in it
The nest she had sewed with her dreams
Still lives in her mind like an
unsolved misery.     

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