In the realm of melancholy
I seek the rythm of your moan,
Again.
Where
The last dew of December
Will last an eternity…
Your lips,
The everlasting urge for an
Evergreen ecstasy,
On mine,
In the coldest night
Searching for the final spark of lust.
Not again.
Neither the nightingale
Will hum the next whistle of sorrow.
Though,
Nights become the Longest,
While a lonely child
Longing for a thick blanket,
In the thickest night.
After the midnight,
In the silence,
I hear,
The mourn of memories..
Name : Rohith KA
Company Name : TCS Kochi
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Ratheesh mon
Awsome…