Wednesday 5 August 2015

Sunshine

In the gust of wind everything was swept away,
they all left me giving me their fragrance as memories.
I did not hold them, for they wanted to dissolve in the treasures brought by the wind.
I could only see them go away from my sight.
In that gust of wind I stayed rigid, even when the soil below me prompted to go with all.
Tomorrow's sunshine is what am waiting for, its light to fall,
to make everything once again into harmony and inheritance.
There is where I want to fly with my footprints that shows my existence.