and new sun rays fret, sulk and refuse to dawn.
I am still waiting for a dappled rainbow color,
but behind the sheet of a gloomy haze
it hides its face in cold seclusion.
Restless memories twist and
turn, tending old wound;
my half baked dreams,
half hearted wishes,
sleep unattended
not knowing
when to
wake.
4 comments:
If this is gloomy haze and cold seclusion, I should be so inspired not knowing when to wake.
Celest, while the sun sulks and refuses to dawn, you shine.
I also like the structure of diminishment that you have put to use in enforcing the feeling.
Well done Dr. :)
Breathtakingly beautiful. Love it!
What a pretty piece of writing.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
Pamela
^ thank you all.
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