As dawn bring in gusty winds with a downpour, sinking in the aroma inhaling the petrichor, forfeited in hazy thoughts bringing memories of togetherness dim goes vision as salty drops kiss the cheeks, void resembles of blues felt deep a sin prevailed unknowingly but when the mist cleared to sunny days realisation slaps like a vortex,
The days were meant to read on switched channels, as lessons learnt were badass on feel but norms make it feel something shun to the drama of dizzy, all ended with good...