Ambika713
In the depths of winter, outside, cloaked in snow, inside, the flickering flames of the hearth dance like memories of an old passion. Each crackle ignites a bittersweet ache within me, an echo of him- my first love, the one whose presence still lingers in the shadows of my heart.
As the warmth of the fire now fades, a chill grips the air, yet I remain in bondage by the ghost of his touch, the rhythm of his laughter. The hearth may grow cold, but the embers of my longing refuse to extinguish. They glow with an intensity that rivals the sun, a fierce reminder that I cannot escape the warmth of both the fire and HIM, whose essence still cloaks my soul. A yearning that defies the seasons, relentless and unyielding, weaving a tapestry of love and loss I can't seem to unravel. ???