Tucked up in a blanket
A night bulb on side
The face all lit up
With a fan staring; right in your eyes
Closing the eyes in an old fashioned way
Every second seems like a long hour day
A glimpse of the light from the curtain across
Seeing your image on the empty wall
A thought of the past and the future collide
An empty walk ends and An empty road arise . . .
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Tucked up in a blanket
A night bulb on side
The face all lit up
With a fan staring; right in your eyes
Closing the eyes in an old fashioned way
Every second seems like a long hour day
A glimpse of the light from the curtain across
Seeing your image on the empty wall
A thought of the past and the future collide
An empty walk ends and An empty road arise . . .
