The twilight filters,
through heavens of green,
onto the path,
that flows into dales unseen.
Stardust in the flow,
obfuscated, the existent glow.
Vapours of dew,
intoxicating the chosen few.
The gong sounds,
like the end,
within the hallowed bounds,
of the battle's last bend.
5 comments:
Love this one.
Why's it untitled, Sagar?
:)
because the mood is. :-)
An untitled mood....
hmm food for thought
And about the post on my blog..
if you read the fine print, you'll see what I mean...
:)
who are these chosen few ?? i hope i am one of them i like being in the chosen. heheheheheh
ching~so be it!
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