we do not grow old
we rather get cold
and soon
all we ever had
slips by.
one after once upon a time.
bridges end in the middle of a Ravine.
wings get frozen
And dreams fall from the sky
Rivers go into recess
And waters rot
giving rainbows devoid of colours -
only time it's offensive to be bright.
The Sun has set in the morning
Photocredit: alitekay.tumblr.com
Comments
Post a Comment