These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


Pink and peachy clouds drifting across a blue sky
Amid a background of hazy grey
As the sun sets
Beyond the horizon.

Like a big, round peach fruit
The sun --
casts an orange glow Like fire
Creating a path across the sea
Followed by flocks of dancing seagulls.

Soon the moon would appear to guard the night
Soon the stars would twinkle
And start
Their silent symphony of light.

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