Solemn Hour
Solemn landscapes offer no welcome to the wind Feels like a vagabond has trespassed at this hour of dusk Those preparing to go home are collecting their thoughts Trudging along with heavy hearts of unfulfilled dreams Journeying straight paths feel like the steepest climb Echoes sigh of boredom; indifference to all the sayings Stories are being noted, but misty eyes blur the sentences At this … Continue reading Solemn Hour