It Starts With Gloom

There are fewer aureate moments at the waking hours

Mysterious reflections take back time into a sinister moment

Uprooted and swept away… they never trusted the depths

Arise the sorrows during the slightest changes in nature

Transformed characters discuss to dispel the mysteries

Soon the clouds will form… heavy with dreadful time

No other passage seems to be real at the blurry moments

While ill-feelings scatter across the fragile ecosystem

In every other form there settles an unsettling dream

~Amitav