• dreamer_van 32w

    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