Glazed Fire at Dusk

Beautiful hues of pink and yellow seeping through your pores, you astonish me with shades of gold. Purple and blue slide from the corner of your eyes, watching you at all the right times. Like a glazed fire; you look grand to the high skies. Even if it’s brief for a few moments of glory, only to fall below the horizon down. So far, you can only fly to it and you are so close, you could fly to it.


Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Mirror, mirror.
We all hate our reflection and think the person staring back at us could look better without a question. Have sharper features, be a different colour or be a face without scars. I wish We could see perfection like in this standstill puddle of reflection.