the greenery or rather brownery and the star studded skies hit my poetic nerve, which had died 6 months ago. here's the result post Resurrection:
INCOMPLETE
Darkness, light and dark again
churns the soul everyday.
Racing against the billowing gong
i wonder; where do i belong.
The stars claim the sky as theirs
the snowflakes take the children's face.
The sun sets into the cloud.
Looking at them I'm in doubt.
A journey for identity
will take me to my destiny.
Like the stars, the sun and the flakes,
I shall claim something to my name.
