It is winter, no feeling
Only acting for money
Boring. No fire,
No love for flowers
Blooming,
No desire or strength in
Moving, like betraying
How it was when we were
Sharing, evening fog pouring
Providing a curtain of love
Overflowing,
Tiny volcanoes erupting
Wheels of time chariot
Rolling, ecstasies fading
Tears falling, moons fading
Under neon lit name
Who are you, staring?
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Palitha.