Dust in the sand

From the shade of a hazy,
evening sun,
setting ‘neath the tides;

To the scorching light,
of morning waves,
dancing in the glide;

A world I’ve left,
far behind,
lies sprinkled in the sand;

With fragments of who,
I use to be;
Lie pieces of me, in history.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s