Across these lands,
Shrouded by mist galore,
Lies a castle tall and grand,
That you and I contrived.
Across these lands,
Shrouded by mist galore,
Lies a castle tall and grand,
That you and I contrived.
I thought a stream of prose would flow -
Continuous, from its eternal source.
But as the clouds of thoughts grow sparse,
The words slowly disperse.
Marmalade Skies © Sanjana M
