Feeling the moist air,
Standing between the cold breeze,
I can feel you from behind,
As the door is knocking,
With the sole of solemn heart,
I cannot drive you back,
My thoughts are soothing in my hands,
but is not waving for long,
Weather is turning cool but its also suppressed why not? May be finding perfect climate to heal me, within me,
May not I, see you as weather is making thrive to feel own self within.
#TheUnrequitedLove

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