Maze of leaves
On the tiles of the green park,
I’m strolling in a circular path.
Looking down while walking,
I see my own shadows fading.
While the light is receding,
within, its darkening. i’m contemplating.
Evening sky is throwing amazing sight,
Leaving me wonder, what’s missing inside.
Colors seeping through the leaves,
Coax me to see through the maze.
To see things as it is,
Not as it seems.
I’ll await another twilight.
It’s now a good night.