If the foggy morning today was my tear drop
You were the late noonday sun
Slowly trying to make way through me
To get entwined with the mist
And not wipe it out
All at once,
That's you -
Silently, slowly and steadily
Turning
My swollen pale eyes
Pretty
With your rays.
I smile. Your vision turns blurry.
And then, everything turns-
Warm.
Just like you and me wrapped in the blanket
Of the pink dusky sky.
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