The ice breeze
With cofee cups,
No words said
Only eyes catch-up,
On burned field
With trembling lips.
Our heart collides
With smoking pufs.
No parting words
No whispers made ,
A wave of questions
On a restless stretch,
A lot of tears
with this unsaid pain
with empty cups
Our summer came...
~pranay
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