Always smiling and slipping away while flashing slanted glances in my direction. Life appeared transitory, like a floating rainbow about to be dragged out of existence by the darkness of the encroaching night.
Another night has arrived, reminding us of the passing of our childhood, youth and middle age. But it has given us the ability to cry out alone in the dark.
Empty emotions were shown in full force. Words of affection have gotten scarce. At the rear of the mirror, true images are revealed. Life is viewed as a game with short-term gains. The creation envelope is slowly folding.
Snow capped mountain standing proudly behind a gorgeous waterfall. With a mischievous nature held captive by its own splendour, the Sun plays hide and seek. Every soul trapped in the whirling gears of existence is met with tranquillity.