My lenses glanced at another set From the light of you, to the dark, uncertain Birds got their home... I broke with time, never listened Possibilities hovered through another era Another 'you' shedded My lenses glanced at another set The attic was same with myself Only my actions never matched me saying, "Full stops must be celebrated." Sets. Another year is ending with so many leaves of possibilities shedding, maybe. Pic clicked with a blurred vision but focused camera :)
