A sunny day's respite
from the cold days,
unappreciated in the beginning,
coveted in the end.
Trying to make for lost time,
Before the night came.
When the night came,
it made you realise,
there would be nothing quite like it
till the end.
The sunshine you soaked,
during the day,
will be there with you,
anyway.
The glow might fade with time;
going from fierce and bright,
like that of the sun,
to dull and flickering,
like that of a candle.
It will come back though,
however dull and old,
taking you by surprise,
and the smell of the flowers
will never leave you.
This one's about memories.
Memories about someone, something, someplace...
