The dusk spraying its saffron hues ;
Reminding me its time to part ways . .
The night spreads its tresses ever so slow,
Striking me , its time to be alone
Wait and wait do i with a whimper,
For my damp eyes to slide into a slumber. .
Funny how joys seem incomplete ;
Scary how the future seems so deplete. .
soon to be part of an anthology-
Also you may like : http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=91985 ., which is my entry for the surf excel matic contest. Do go through the post . . would be grateful if you could leave behind ur valuable comments on the same , so that i could work on my flaws . . Regards , Maliny 🙂