Its five in the morning, I can see the first rays of sun trying to penetrate through this grey sky, trying to change its color to dark blue, and declare the dawn, but its strange, dawn and dusk both have the same color, both have same murky feel about them, but how different is their nature, one exemplifies the end, while the other symbolizes a new begining.. but is that end the end of hopes or end of sorrows.. or is that begining the begining of a new life or new difficulties which lie ahead... we cant ever figure it out... its all written and thats what destiny is.... Every begining can be a new end and every end can be a new begining...
How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts,
that the rose unfolds,
that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees
on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.