A Departure

Far away with Bricks and Sand

On a small Lovely Piece of Land,

In the Corner of that House Small

Where the witness were Echoes All.

Towards the Right

With Bright Sunlight,

No Towers Around

Few Lands Bound.

Was her Room With Wooden Bars

Old Structures and Painted Walls,

Laid a Small Beautiful House with Wooden Doors

Stone Walls, with Few Locks, Of course. 

The days of Cradle, Youth and Play

All at Once Scattered Lay,

The gentle Breezes would Blow

This way nights would pass, Slow and Slow.

The Tired Mond and the attired Body

Would Slowly Count their Victory,

A Departure is so sad

But had a period Ahead.