The Morning After
There was a rustle
With a madden hustle
We huddled inward
Exhaling all doubts
Thus Cringing
with each fated steps
To unveil your hidden passions
Bestowed by natures’ cravings
Vested by the driven breezy wind
enclosed within a canopy of clouds
Enveloping our world
Causing a bristle
Thus stirring a drizzle
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