The cold winds sting deeply now
What remains in your tone?
What truth did you ignore?
What truth did you kindle a flame of indifference?
What lie,
That sways in the direction of your heartbeat?
What is the essence of the truth that lies at the very edge of the fold?
A story that strayed from its center
A path that diverged from its destination
A precious gift that lost its impact in glittering envelopes
A poem hummed separately from its characters
It's winter now
The extinguished ashes are raking away some stains that remained forever on the garment of time
Even the moon shivers against the damp sky
Those who gazed at it have closed their windows for now
The room's temperature rises in the fire
Yet, the cold winds pierce through your veins like needles
You light the candles of memories in your breath
The only light, It's the one that burns every hour of the night...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
