Tomorrow is a new day unwritten
The next page of my own book of life
As I hold up my ink pen, you meet me there?
At the midpoint betwixt lumen days and umbra nights
As the world is itself, made of evenfall rides into
the veil of grey. Let the songs sing high,
and sorrow sing low but be so sweet
that I'll feel you in my soul
I await you on the bridge,
Kissing-sweet so come
and meet me there
This poem is based on a dream I had.
I guess reading a romance fanfic of one of my OTPs before bed paid off!
Thanks everyone so much for the kindness and the support!
Be back soon!
b e y o n d
A road of
Attentions and infatuations ;
You'll see another
— m e e t
t h e r e
©poojkaundal | apr202018
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