I see the sun gliding down,
Fading almost -
Losing its colour as it makes its downward descent.
It goes in and out of focus,
Like an old camera lens flickering for life,
With the clouds its parting partners -
Faithful till the end,
Frolicking around it, shapeless yet a joined show of respect.
When cerulean changes to navy
And bats take off for their day -
The crimson wounds itself inside my heart.
The sun a bright memory,
Its moving strength a pulsing beat -
Serene calmness of dawn,
Blinding light of noon
And a tired smile at dusk -
On its way to oblivion.
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A Geek's Musings
PoetryJust about some poetry about an introvert trying to find her footing in life and despite her shy nature, she is still striving to write some poetry.. Also all the pictures are from pinterest!! Beautiful as they may be, they are not mine..
