A house in the corner Made of dusty bricks, Was where lived A girl and her reverie.
She had stories to tell And eyes that twinkled. A battle she fought, For what she longed Was freedom.
Through the locked windows, She gazed A bird she thought of herself And spread her arms That resembled wings.
The blue sky stared back at her With the blazing sun That couldn't hurt her Laughing hazel eyes.
From the dwelling of a wreckage She fled sitting on a Gray dappled horse, Whilst she took a wing Spreading her arms apart. Only difference being under A graciously clear blue sky.
"Here I go leaving all behind Here I go soaring up high. When you find someone Like me again, Tell her about me. Point out in the open sky, And show her my name Written in the spaces between Clouds where the rays pass through. "
~Adyasha. . . . Write up based on the song Afzai by The Yellow Diary.
August.. with your sizzling ardour you stifle the fervid summer's candor bringing along the constantly wanderin' vagrant monsoonal billows.. a smur or sprinkle, drizzle or downpour the lochs & streams now incessantly flow Whilst you make the summer wonder deep within at its days of yore.
Bidding adieu to the searing heat you let September slowly drift in. It arrives with a gentle shift.. with cool air & refreshing mist.
Aureate autumnal foliages then turn crimson red. Nocturnal jasmines effuse a sweet addictive smell with its ebony boughs & folioles jade they bloom in the dark afore they shed. Strewn on curvy paths & roscid trails they make for such a delectable spread.
Sizzling yet full of melancholy.. August you are a sombre melody ushring in quietly the September rhapsody. Anon your end is looming near.. As you unkey the door & covertly disapper.