By Akshara Harini Gande
Coffee to wake me up.
The man stirs and my heart flutters.
Golden hour has commenced and my luck strikes
as I tour the stores with my lover.
Chocolate dips on the streets of autumn
while petals of orange leaves
shower me with warmth.
Gusts of wind allow me to fly,
and the concrete road lifts me to the sky.
The season calls for me in its romantic boat,
but what must I do to live the dream I wish for ?
By Akshara Harini Gande
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