She leaned her head against the window, and the wind ran it's fingers though her hair.
She saw red behind her closed eyelids and felt the sun seeping into her pores.
And when she opened them, the sky was blue behind the latticework of leaves.
The asphalt road stretched endlessly as she passed milestones and trees.
And there at the horizon, the clouds met the seas.
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Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
