The dusk
Far away in the distance
Framed by the dying rays
Stood an old statue
Crack’d in places,
Looking so proud
Looking so evanescent
Yet… so strong…
And then it was gone
As a vision
Distant
A dream…
Something so fragile…
I didn’t know
What I should think…
And then the rays disappeared
Behind the last mountain…
The gray cloudless skies
And I looked… far away
A single ray, valiantly rising out
A gash of red on a gray blue sky,
And I failed to understand why…
Its struggl’d yet was triumphant
And then the lights changed…
And I saw a different reality
The dusk…
Took me into its folds…
Slow, tender…
And then I saw you…
Standing outside the dusk…
Waiting for me…
And then the dusk turned to night…
posted by Daggere O'Neil at
4:51 AM
1 Comments:
Phew !!! this is real irony !!
its just that sometimes we/people tend to force strength into our stance in anything for the innate pride or self respect or wtever..although we do know that we are looding the battle..
Hmm.....but then therz solace in knowing that even after everything lost (maybe)...there is someone who still takes u apeice...battered and all...
Worth the fite...the dark and the fall...
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