Wednesday, 5 September 2012


Sitting by the sunset,
Sharing in its glow.
Having no regrets,
But dreaming of tomorrow.

A breeze brushes passed-
Moaning, filled with sorrow-
A soul is free at last,
But I still dream about tomorrow.

The sunset dims to darkness,
And something fills the hollow;
So I smile in the ghostly mists
As I dream about tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. WOW! Beautiful and extrodinary! *sits and dreams with SKyril*

    *hugs her*

    I wish my soul was free. :)