#816-Numb
25/10/2019
Strange days.
When a hazy sun,
Struggles,
To be seen.
When detachment,
Hides the pain.
And searching eyes,
Pause briefly,
In their never-ending hunt,
Of imaginary shelters.
When leaves dance with the breeze,
Waiting for the storm,
Moving slowly,
In the distant horizon.
Those days,
When everything,
Feels numb.
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