I clicked the below photo in a winter evening while in Crewe UK
Your character is not in your eyes,
You can fake all the time,
And take away the shine;
The fool resides inside me,
Hell bound…lost is mine.
Blustery days of fiction,
Side long glances,
Silhouette of your hair,
I learned few lessons.
You can settle for more,
Your manuscript cannot ignore a life;
In the distant land the sun still rise,
My darkness is moonless night,
There is a new dawn and there will be light,
Another moment and another fight!