(Ashish Tandon - thanks for the ten words)
Such a season is autumnshedding its garb baring the soul.Gone are the happy flowersof springthe summer passionno longer a thrillmaking me yearn my home’s warm desires.
A man pining…all I do is sighand wonderif all I achieve could measure upto the angst of emptinessI feel within this far away…Orange and brownthe leaves play hide and seekat my feet.
Numb
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