This particularly windy day,
with the sky covered
with dark black clouds overhead.Pitying it seems when lone horizon
is only left at peace.
And us we hover around the backyard,
hand in hand,
looking at the sun going to sleep for the night.
If i had known it was our
last sunset together,
because honestly
i am in sleep since
then
YOU ARE READING
after i gave up
Poetrysomebody out there is writing about you and you lo! are reading it without realising tragic.
