![images (11).jpeg](https://steemitimages.com/DQmUuTzxaP2AjFp4qSKP7eMhfqY9H9ZEUji9iys3vTL2DBE/images%20(11).jpeg) The day has left its mark. he moment lingers on, And harks back to blue twilight; Which gnaws at the soul. Time heals, I wonder, Hollow laughter. Under a grey moon, Sadness like falling autumn leaves. Wither so ever the wind blow does not really matter. After a rainstorm, Water drips from leaves, Like faint notes of a sad symphony. A day come and went, In the land of the blind-hearted.