Tiredness

the nature of tiredness

The tiredness - matchmaker for the sadness; 
And sadness is the sister of fatigue, 
During a plain winter, with gray shawls, 
She covered human bodies in boutiques. 

And we are cloudless birds of self-portrayals; 
We live in hope for spring or summer praise 
We hope that neither in our dreams, nor in our faces 
We'll meet the crutches of the winter days.

Reviews

[Manasa.L]

Oh!! Someone seems to be sad with the winter. Just wait and soon you will see the sunshine and hear the humming of birds.
Fantastic writing, a good portray of the feelings. Keep writing.

[Stanislav Volo]

Thank you!

[ApDunamis]

Beautifully written. Well done.

[Stanislav Volo]

Thank you!