Skies Speaks To Us

Twilight and night star

And a spotless pseudonym for poets.

Plant me somewhere in between the shores 

The ebb as shifting seems to be dozing.

The thunderstorms were tangled with my thoughts,

Just like those dark clouds as if telling me a story of melancholy 

Following the gloom 

There be a call of a funeral.

Bidding the last goodbyes

With black skies and stormy nights.