I burned my moon yesterday
the ashes were pearl white
I searched for my words in them
but it all burned and gone
and I started the travel
The travel is full of rain and mist
of the baggage we carry from our life
only to find the truth that
whatever we feel now are what we carry
from yesterday's rains
if we leave them like fallen leaves
we are welcomed into springs
of skies where we walked past.
grace upon them who have failed
their walk ways are full of happiness
in a crystal clear sky I am waiting
for new moon rises..new nights
