Before it Could Bloom
Winter knocked at my door
Before it could bloom
Staring into an abyss
I long for the days old good
Deserted like embers from burning firewood
Love took a huge rebound
Still waiting for it to return
Return in the best shade of blue
I saw the gray entering my periphery
The fog covered my sense of insecurity
Thought- the lost is for someone who are “us”
But my story didn’t even began
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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