Carrying on shoulders
The weight of the sky, we drag
Our days and nights alone.
Tag: lonely
Tiny Story: Old
The old tree sat alone. He offered neither shade nor food anymore. Nobody cared to visit: birds nor squirrels.
When the storm uprooted him and his fruit-bearing progeny, nobody missed him nor mourned his loss.
Not-so-bright
I prefer remaining not-so-bright, for the brightest star in the night looks a little lonely.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 