#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
While walking on the path of my life,
I bumped into sorrow...
I found a sense of comfort in embracing the grief that befriended me!!
My sleep left me and never returned.
Nights were spent waiting for its arrival.
Now, my fingers burn because of the stars I kept counting on sleepless nights...
I never let anyone else to accompany me on lonely, gloomy evenings.
I found a way to love you even in your absence...

© shuchita