By Sri Aneelaja Devasena Paturu
A conspiracy between the dusk and dawn, to make it
seem like everything is by chance.
Two souls made of star dust collided in search of a dream.
One for dusk and the other for dawn it seems.
Conversations were like a never ending stream.
Playful winds teased, whispering silent cheers.
Stolen glances and hidden smiles, the willingness to
behold something as beautiful as that night.
Shoulders bump and fingers brush, the rush of excitement
and nervousness builds a home in the gut.
An unspoken promise was made by the eyes as they
stumbled into something as precious as the twilight.
By Sri Aneelaja Devasena Paturu
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