There were moments when you used to come on chariot of leaves and flowers to my land of colourful clouds ,but now your absence made my clouds a land of thick white smog with black last harsh words of yours .
And today the different shades of the sky this morning along with my white clouds urge for reunion.
Should I fill bliss of dreams in my eyes again of us together or just sit in the thoughts of melancholia?
Let it go,
Let it be.
Shackled thoughts never work. :')