Night’s dark scent is intoxicating. Every dusky breath is a fantasy. You dream as you live, you live as you dream. Life is locked away in the box full of lives.

Morning has a pale perfume evaporating with the mere hint of Sun. You suffocate in withdrawal. The box opens up. You pick up the first life that comes up.

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

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