trying to savour, <br /> the moments <br /> of the waning light' <br /> before season of life <br /> slips by. <br /> <br /> trying to pick up <br /> pebbles of joy, <br /> seems far away now! <br /> collected they are <br /> a life time. <br /> scattered they are <br /> milestones, <br /> signed by divine. <br /> <br /> trying to find, <br /> the demure moon, <br /> in moonless night. <br /> immagining beams, <br /> scattered, onroof tops, <br /> and windows <br /> to light my face, <br /> with shafts of white. <br /> <br /> trying to breathe, <br /> scented fragrance <br /> of delicate sweetpeas, <br /> before the fragrance is lost <br /> to the drone of bees. <br /> <br /> one last time, <br /> trying to feel <br /> on my face, <br /> the early morning breeze, <br /> that touches, <br /> the green leaves <br /> unfurls! <br /> giving vitality to survive, <br /> <br /> yet i wonder, <br /> why not me? ?<br /><br />ritty patnaik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-time-25/
