The pallid streets wet my burnt feet with fury.. Its yet another scarred morning... sun beams galloping to the far west...
There are sometimes when one feels like writing..words appear..disappear at the same time...Today...is one of those days..filled with blatant truths and naked lies...and magenta breeze wrenches her lips...sealing them...fastening their words..
and Suddenly..
She realises she sees herself in a soul.. Never felt that before...never felt so endearing...
She smiles..in a cell...solitary imaginations vanish...drizzling down in blankness.
The breeze blows still...
Flying towards the squalid nothingness...erupting on the sweat-ridden pedestrians..
This has been a second time since morn...
The first in a lifetime.
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A dawning moon...
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