Rain throughout the day leaving the scent of coolness.
I steps wet asphalt of the city, scented wet tamarind trees and street lights dim light.
Empty heart like no queen throne . Is there a future for throne ?
Currently I do not want to accompany anyone, just silence. The past is past with sweet memories wrapped neatly in the memory.
Let meet future void of mystery.
Can only hope , although 'hope' was reluctant to say hello ...
