Shadows in the moonlight
silver turns to gray
raindrops mingle with tears
streaking down cheeks astray
blackness smears
the cold is here to stay
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this is so simple and sweet, I love it!
Delhi is so wet. I absolutely detest winters. So much so that i would love to hibernate if there is such a policy….continue with your story…want to read you grow up
I luv the expression of mingling and staying there…
I like the perception of silver turning to gray. I used to think they were so similar when I was young, now they seem a world apart.