Excerpts from my phone... 6

Of blistering city lights when the day crawls to steal the lover of the night, seducing the dawn with purple hues of rippling blues as laughter resounds the drowsy longings of tender eyes. They sparkle, teasing, loudly, as I miss you upon me, crippling my longing for solitude and despise for familiarity.

Where do yearnings begin? Do they spring from scenes or sounds? Let me understand and let me embrace its mystery, softly as I remember your mouth on my parted lips.


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30-January-2004