Story Theme: At the moment London summer is worse than Indian summer. I woke up in the middle of the night due to raising temperature inside home. I looked through the window and I could see a girl sitting outside the opposite house. I was wondering why she was sitting there at midnight. It took some time to realise that it was a shadow on the wall. That picture inspired me to write about a girl “who loved the sun”

Midnight Bloom

He was warm and charming

Ear to ear whispered around her

Admiring eyes were not harming

When his love was all over her

Seasons turned to tune her moods

He woke her daily with a tender grin

Life was classily flamed in the woods

The height of love with no limit

Waves were forming up in the sea

Predictions rolled of thunderstorms

Up in the air, he shimmered in glee

The hot spell burnt her cheeks to red

Raving heat weakened her soul

Folks were moaning about his huff

Pounding in agony shattered her stroll

One who knows her never cared

Voices carried her way off track

Years of waiting made her frozen

Lost in thought she proceeded to crack

A tale of the shadow near the windowsill