Looking at the evening sky with nothing but a scarred face and shaky body,
Hugging yourself and thinking of all colours black and shady,
Masking your face as it is the only aegis unused,
And reminiscing the days when your days were vibrant and your soul unhued.
Looking at the water and merging with its flow,
Brushing off the prismatic petals that now seem to make you feel low,
Kissing your hands just before the knock of dusk,
Promising to be as unchanged as the musk.