His ambiguous words.
Her vague replies.
Two guarded figures.
Deciphering each other's mood.
Dropping hints and clues
as if they are on cue.
Now, how can I chase away those blues?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
