When the day ends
All that weight unlifted
Cramping already weak muscles
Straining body and mind alike
For fading warmth of sunlight
Rays streaking the weary physique
Mix of all shades we know warm
A priceless fiesta of warmth
While the word dusk
And dusky considered a little worn
Is ironic - I'll never get used to this
The gold of the evening sun
Rarely crossing by the silver moon
Yet in perfect harmony
Beyond possibility
That weight immaterializes
A small smile appears
Being bathed in gold
Gold you didn't know you needed
Drastic change with a mild touch
Yet those very moments
The fleeting few - of gold
The gold that drained the pain
And thawed the ice
A restored breath of fresh air
A hidden strength
It's proof
You're as malleable and ductile
As is gold.
Sorry for not being around... And thank you for sticking around...
On another note I'm also done for the day...
I will say this again, Happy Birthday, queen! banigo success (♡ thats on iG)
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PoetryPLEASE RESPECT WHAT I WRITE. The ORIGINAL BACKUP for MY writings from @yxuniverz on iG. Dates are in YYYYMMDD format and are according to IST (GMT + 5:30 Hrs) I've been writing poetry for many years and I wasn't the kind to usually show anyone, but...
