Out

Walking and flagging down by the lane of nostalgia garden. Birds warbling amid the fervor of bustling leaves. Listening to squawking, as I tread over the dried fallen leaves. My undressed thoughts seared from my mind again. Carbon dated sedated envisage of you swarming which are etched with my ancient bohemian love. Idyllic sentimentality meandering in galore with each pulsating echoes. Those memories smeared inside my mental chrome where the color was sepia .Billowing a atramentous tale of us.. As I troll by the enchanted dawn where nights darkness is dying in the arms of this mesmerizing morning breeze. I am smitten by its tranquility, harboring a new day to start. My wandering mendicant metal tribulations pulls me back into the sanatorium where engraved picture of you still daub to ricochet of my life.