The winter's path is long and hoary
The grey skies tell a gloomy story,
Come,sit with me at the forest's edge,
To watch the day hide behind the hedge,
And how,in the moon's frozen light,
Cold stars cling on to the ghostly night.
Can you hear the wind-borne distant wailing?
That's time,mourning that winter evening,
When we'd promised to be one beating heart;
But now,death keeps us apart.
But I'll be here when you return,
Till then my winters,in my love,will burn.
Chandni
She could feel her days turning dark.Her dreams took flight,but on worn out wings.She sat there all alone in her room,listening to the echoing drops of trickling tears and whispered sighs.She knew she needed to free her frost bitten soul.She picked up her sadness and went out for a stroll through the corn field in the vicinity.Her fingers caressed the sun kissed sheaves. They tickled her smiles. She felt her grief melt and the birds on her tattooed arm,stirring.At last she was them.....free!
Chandni
