When it's over
Walking in mist..
Clouded by the dense fog .
Like every rain drop... Life is brief .
Falling and falling til the end
Every moment so much more precious ...
No need to panic... Tired of running, and taking over..
Looking back ...Thinking... Like a dying rose .
With it’s last flicker of beauty .
Ending my journey before shutting my eyes forever ...
Thinking of the roses last moment . Last question
Would you miss me when it’s over ....?
(2015)
