Treasure Island

Anaamika Singh


Rust


Rusting as iron,
This mass
Vanishing to be
Air, years, life
Is getting
Profound or petite?

What will it be, is
Not known
But, what should it be
Is obvious,
The image, crystal-clear.

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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