The
curvaceous black –hued night
Has taken a
pause!
As if, frozen
in the timeframe.
Unaware she
is,
Of him, whose
skin is on fire.
At the
horizon
He aches for
her.
Gradually,
Receding
to a handful of ash.
Such is the
tale
of the
black-hued night
And the sun,
whose skin is
on fire.
© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy: Pixabay
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