Yet

You drew the full moon on the canvas You showed me the shining bright sun You picked for me the beautiful roses The flying butterflies brought our coffee drinking moment Yet, time makes a busy platform to be separated physically It was dawn when I started to fly It was dawn when my flight of life was crossing the horizon of time Far away, now, thousands of miles But dusk is an importunate accomplice Yet, the sunflower starts the day seeing the rising sun... Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee