Inay

The sun has beautified once again my shadow. Underneath its fingers, on a field where all are being made immortals, my shadow spreads out like scroll of time. ‘Tween the sun and the shadow stand my thoughts, staring at the blue stone where my breath first blushed. With love as bright as noonday light, I know nothing will change, none will ever care my heart as she did. The sun glows as much… and the rosy dust on my shadow is her beautiful aura.