last drop of rain reminds me of departure,
Dew on the grass always sits well with aparture,
Synchronisation of this melancholy goes well among the untouched soul
And Oh- How I wish, to be a platform of this lovely evening salt
Warmed with the cards at hand,the joker with an Ace in palm
A tapestry of grassland with pinch of plum
I apologise with gesture only meant for you