These colors don’t run

of moments
i chose to skip
of love
i did not speak
captured and caged
the future awaits
into the land
where the sun has set

what is more easier
not to remember 
or to forget

i’ll long for the days
never to come
i’ll write Romy of songs
songs, she shall not listen

Immortalized 
in my book of memories 
the pages shall never be turned
Sacred and safe
where
your colors don’t run.

 

An edited picture of Dhaulagiri range from Khopra Danda