Orange coloured streaks in the sky.Shades of orange burn up my eyes.Orange ash for me and for you.E'en yesterday the sky was still blue.All just wentIn a snap.
Dreams of colours and of greys.Real, hard sweatworked Sundays.Now all but the wrappers are gone.The walls they all crumbled at dawn.They were mine,But now they're gone.
One, two;Everything that was hereRight here,Is no more.My life is nowJust a page;Just a pageIn a history book.
Dreams of colours and of greys.Real, hard sweatworked Sundays.Now all but the wrappers are gone.The walls they all crumbled at dawn.They were mine,But now they're gone.
One, two;Everything that was hereRight here,Is no more.My life is nowJust a page;Just a pageIn a history book.
7 comments:
Gone.
Snap.
orange ash for me and for you...
teardrops in the course of time...
what is love?..
who wants to cage it in the net of the words knit...??
Nicely written. :)
*sigh*
why, dhruva?
ah
x]
really good ..
thanks, everyone
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