A Night at The Terrace – Nonet
The wind howls like a wailing banshee.
Dragging ourselves to the terrace,
we dance to its breezy tunes,
play acting with some toys,
blabbering some rhymes.
Pitch-black sky shines
like sea glass.
We feel
loved.
©Kavya Janani. U
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