With long awaited dusk, wearily we wait,
Wandering through woods, wondering our fate,
Whispering winds waltz with wildflowers,
Waning light welcomes witching hours.
Wistful waves wash away worries,
While weary wanderers weave their stories,
Warmth wanes as wind whispers warnings,
Wondering when the world will stop its mourning.
© VishalDutia
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