The odd one always stands out; alone in the crowd like the dark storm cloud. It yearns inclusion; to belong, to connect to accord, to
Vermillon skies, trees so green, chirping of birds, the aura, oh! so peaceful and serene. Magic in Air all around. Its like hearing whispers in
Memoirs of the events – scathed and withered, but the heart feels so connected to that dark and swampy place. May be, there is an unknown, unsaid association.
Some memories we cherish and some we prefer to forget. This is one of such stories presented in the form of a poem.