All the last sunsets 

All the last sunsets,
Of my years bygone,
And also every dawn,
Of those new years,
Are like color prints
In the album of memory,
Red, pink, and blue,
Gorgeous and somber gray,
Not different in any way,
From every other day,
Except as the measures,
Of my mind and face,
Framed in time.

M.Yusuf Abbasi - Published

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