The Scarlet Red
As heading down the streets of Paris,
I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air
somewhere behind my ears.
Leaves fell twirling around as if,
autumn started a bit early this year.
The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it
except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' .
Was the nature romanticising around?
Or was it just my another delusional world dawned?
My heart became a bit tachy, skipping a beat or more
and the eyes just forgot to blink in the flow !
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