Listen to the faint dying symphony
That wishes for one last warm summer
The one to be placed in my scrapbook forever.
The morning breeze ruffling yesterday's strained pages
The evening sun sending tremors of an inevitable night
Put up a slideshow of all beautiful ugly past images
Stopped midway by the mind heart fight.
Hazy seemed the glass window, ran my fingers over it
The haziness glided away, leaving behind a silent grandeur
That reflected moments missed ,all irrevocably knit
I walked towards it, lost in awe and deep wonder..
