warm afternoons seasoned with indolence
a melody of reminiscence,
the ball of fire touching the flesh
intensity weakens as she awaits,
the dusk appeared with wind by the side
cold killing the lifeless inside,
darkness following like a starved fiend
the anticipation of the unarrived,

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

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