Saturday, January 26, 2013


Dry scattered leaves on the pavement, tell a forgotten tale;
Of a life which was green but has now turned pale.
Now glancing at the rusted iron frame memories rush back,
Of those unfulfilled desires in those dreamy eyes, sparkling black.
Eyes which once dreamed of touching the sky sitting behind closed windows,
Eyes which sought for the source of light while being lost in the shadows.
How they craved to know the unknown, to see the light of another dawn,
But alas, they are broken now, lost their way on the direction of destination....

1 comment:

  1. What you're saying is completely true. I know that everybody must say the same thing, but I just think that you put it in a way that everyone can understand. I'm sure you'll reach so many people with what you've got to say.