In the moonlight of the sunlight and the dryspell of the rain, One stands naught to gain. Darkness will bind The Lightness, lifting blinds; hindsight. As the light fades each and everyday My Light Inside seems to fade away.
Category Archives: Sickness
The Sun Never Says
Even After All this time The sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look What happens With a love like that; It lights the Whole Sky. Hafiz
“Six colored pictures, all in a row, of a Marigold.”
