Her eyes rolled,
To that screened window,
With a fleeting look…

Full whiff of silence
No end of thumping shadows,
An ingredient of past…
An escape to embrace.

Golden path
As closing stage…
Of strips of colours.

Awakened dreams…
But shattered hope,
To perish those gears veiled…
An everlasting skirmish.

(12/12/12 - @xirlleelang)