The stars are dimming
and so is the light
And hope–
hope is but a fleck tonight
Going once, going twice…
me, my pen and paper
The stars are dimming
and so is the light
And hope–
hope is but a fleck tonight
Going once, going twice…
I am all ages; the timeless sea... One with nature, the breeze and the trees... Sparks of fire are the soul of me; I'm all that was, is and will be. © Author of Dark River - a deluge of poetry. View all posts by Isha Garg