Under the crimson sky embracing it's beauty,
She breathes in the air dipped in the aroma of the tulips of April,
And as the hue of nature inclines to purple and eventually blue,
It reminds her of the last time,
the sky underwent this change.
She feels, time has reverted
to only remind her of those golden thoughts
which sinked in that exuberant day as this.
When she realised that
It is a journey of acceptance.
we are shadows of our past,
yet more radiant, courageous and graceful.