Tomorrow.

Misty it was
on the lonely street
a single lamp post
with flickery light.

A black car with diamond eyes
climbed the wall.
Little does it know
it'd fall well into the well.

The moon followed
the flying raven.
Soon it faded,
hidden by dark clouds.

The blue rose glimmered
throughout the dark night,
waiting to wither
tomorrow.



Deepa
TTC
08th Jan 2012