sundarramchand
12-15-2011, 06:14 AM
Sometimes,
In the mellow and mature twilight of dusk,
Heavy and laden with
tender memories,
One glimpses the rose bud like face
Of morning
with its promise of renewal and rejuvenation
The flames of hope are rekindled
And mysterious evening unfolds
In the mellow and mature twilight of dusk,
Heavy and laden with
tender memories,
One glimpses the rose bud like face
Of morning
with its promise of renewal and rejuvenation
The flames of hope are rekindled
And mysterious evening unfolds