morning

We are all captive to our dreams. Some in ways, different to others.
Some days I'm afraid to go to sleep. Scared of what my mind will bring me.
These days I dream in black, and blue.
In the darkness I am alive.
 
But then there comes morning

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

2 comments:

Margie said...

Ah, the gift of morning!
The joy of morning!

So glad you are still writing and sharing.
Most of the old friends are gone from blogging (well, not gone, at least I hope not, just not writing)
I miss them!

Margie
x

Saurabh Banerjee said...

Intriguing!