Holding On

Do you see it too?
The clouds during sunset?
How they hold hands and try to hold on,
While everything around them is drowning in beauty.
New and much exquisite beauty emerging every moment.
They are secretly afraid.
That one of them will let go,
Let the other dissipate . With a lonely heart.
Because something enchanting took their breath away.
Maybe because they are constantly watching the entertaining show . Humankind.
Few of them do let go of their holds.
Few of them do dissipate.
But the ones who make it through the hypnotic dusk.
The one's who still hold hands in the dark night, and move towards the moonlight. Together.
They are the ones I love.
The ones I cherish.
Do you see it too? Or is it just me?

- Sanwayee Dey ♡

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