A day with a night dreams

Nature lost my key

Nature lost my key

Atlantic of my emotions

Moved on, like you are in a marathon, Never gave a reason for those gone, Brain starts making you blur, Still i revive with my mental fur. Keep going is becoming tougher, As you are my origin of writing chamber, Make sense, was your descision, Till i am not fully done, Exploring you, became my

Time heals

Good were those days, Passed like rays, I am a traveller of time, Now seems like a crime. Time heal, Not by making it seal, Rather digs into it, Fills like a pit. Words took your place by claim, Still the origin remains the same. -Ray