Friday, November 9, 2018

A tale of two disorders : annealed and quenched

Like leaves strewn around me
There are footsteps over the city
Beautiful ladies and beautiful kisses
A chilling breeze for as many heartbreaks
There are mansions standing, free of past
Hiding stories that were meant to last
Friends, lovers entwined in time
Systems quenched into freezing nights
O what beauty does youth radiate!
Asymptotic footsteps, annealed in shades.

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