Winter blues

We ran amidst

dandelion fields

weighing love in each step.

although some songs are

forgotten

some places live like

solitary echoes that hum around

intertwined bodies

And while I rested on your shoulders

and let the wind

sway easy by our souls

you closed your big eyes,

secure, holding

the moment

and I just kept wondering what we were

doing

last winter.

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  • By Maharnab Hazarika
  • Last Updated June 10, 2017
  • Comments Comments Off on Winter blues
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