Mourning Memories

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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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