It was the wind which betrayed

On that cold, dark, desperate night,
Two strangers found a connection in each other’s arms.
In the warmth of her arms, I burner my body,
Only to get alive in hers .

The rain kissed me,
It was the wind which betrayed and turned into a storm.
The storm turned our breath vulnerable,
Until the beginning of the dawn.

The fragrance of her roses held me close to her arms,
It was the thorns which betrayed and spilled out the blood through my veins.

The echoes of our heartbeats made telepathic exchanges between us.
It was her senses which showed her the reality,
There I was, face washed with acid.
On that very moment, death kissed me, it was the life which betrayed and turned into a war.

Yet again the rain kissed me,
It was the wind who betrayed and turned into a storm..

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