I woke up one day
To see your lips
silently and calmly
Kissing the very
sunrays
That caressed us
Out of the dreamy
world
We survived in
Your lips
glistened as it slowly and softly exhaled
All dreariness and
lifelessness
Like a silhouette
of some shadow
Dancing frenzy in
the morning dew
Quivering lips
upon the touch of stale fresh city breeze
White curtains
that clothed most of you that remained human
And everything
else present in that room
Seemed like blown
thistles.
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