At the beautiful orange, spread across the sky,
With hopeful eyes, kept staring I.
With many a memoirs, of the day past by,
I was surely happy, but not high.
Through the day it was warm and bright,
But at the dusk, it was a distant delight,
I was scared, scared at the loss of the sight,
Of the dense darkness, at the fall of night.
So then with some courage, I looked away,
To discover the beautiful shade of grey,
And soon there was a white, never seen in the day.
Thus came the closure, mildly to stay
1 comment:
soothing.. nice read :)
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