Imagination
Seating on the rooftop,
I was drawing your eyes .
Imaginary canvas,
Underneath the sky.
Chilly wind & Freeze arms,
Quiver in my bones .
Sky full of shimmering stars ,
Like gemstones.
I've heard your voice,
Whispered in the ear
"it's 1 past midnight,
You may freeze here ".
I replied" My Intrigue will never
Feel your absence”.
Like those moths are
Attracted to the flames.
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