Fading

Could have been a delightful morning If I could remember the pleasant dream Abruptly erased, for I failed to embrace them dearly All these worries rush in without my consent Time descends toward uninspiring and dark depths Where the brightest have to surrender Tiring pace of monotony and the monochrome days Early shadows across the new-born light Their fading brilliance is an ominous sign ~Amitav Continue reading Fading