Someday will come
like the mists that shroud the mountains in the orange glow of a winters night
and water off dripping gutters, into overfull puddles
broken emblems of the cracked cement
Someday
the mists of time will hang gently
like a shroud
in the orange glow
of gentle light
and your thoughts will be dropped
broken emblems
in empty pools.
like the mists that shroud the mountains in the orange glow of a winters night
and water off dripping gutters, into overfull puddles
broken emblems of the cracked cement
Someday
the mists of time will hang gently
like a shroud
in the orange glow
of gentle light
and your thoughts will be dropped
broken emblems
in empty pools.
I hope you're not grounded in real-life-
ReplyDeleteWonderful to read, the shackles don't bind your soul-
tho imprisonment is so hard to bear.
I hopped from Ajey's comments. Love your mountain pics! I look forward to your continueing inspirations here-