The loving touch,
Lost, like a whisper,
In the alley of life.
He does sink in despair,
Underneath the twisted fate,
That stole his smile,
Countless years,
And myriad steps later,
Solitude his only mate,
The treasured memories,
Would never come back,
For bitterness took their place.
He waits, and he wails,
For the Golden rays to return,
To light up his life,
But a human he is,
And hope doesn't last
And anguish does speak instead.
For ours is a Sapphire life,
Shining bright in the sunshine,
but once the darkness creeps in,
Like the stone, it loses its sheen
1 comments:
quiet n calm acceptance of despair. the longing's quite evident. beautiful.
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