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Poetry
Limbo
Faiz Abdulla
Limbo
The leaves fall gently, the breeze slows down,
It's a midsummer afternoon, lazy and warm.
The slow rustle of the aging ceiling fan,
ticks away,
Marking the passage of time in an otherwise frozen space.
Middle of the week,
Should feel chaotic in a city surging with life,
Dreams colliding into dreams, each aiming for the stars.
None of it matters.
The heat, the loud meowing cats, ambitions, future, past.
None of it.
It's the moment that counts.
A small single bed,
Arms and legs entangled,
Whispers, sighs, and kisses,
And loves momentary eternal bliss.
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