Colour of my morning

Dawn has come again,
Shyly peeking out from behind the East,
Looking for her, who supposed to be with me,
Who supposed to be the colour of my morning.

But it is only a thought, my own thought.

I have waited long enough,
Waiting impatiently for her to come .
Waiting to see her face as the sun rise..
Like half a year ago.
When dawn still witnessed half of our story.



Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *