The End The Beginning

Condensed cloud, wonted wind, the hill I ascend
I stare at the horizon, imagine the end
I shrug from the fantasy, they never really blend
I long to feel the raindrop on my face
Again left stirred by the fading embrace.

I sit wearily wander down the memory lanes
Somewhere it waxes somewhere it wanes
Elvish elation, tacit troth, an abrupt wend
Unseen cracks, unhealed scabs and futile fend
Nowhere I see the beginning nor clear is the end.

by Shreej k.c

Comments (1)

Nowhere I see the beginning nor clear is the end....great