Like a giant out of the blues.
Like a soldier, bearing ominous news.
Faded, rusty, standing tall,
Touching the sky, overlooking all.
A photograph; smelling of cloudy skies,
(Talks about)
Damp afternoons, and dark, serene eyes.
Come close, tell me more about her,
Who lives at a distant land, quite far.
I'll never reach her till the end,
Loneliness has taught me to be my best friend.
I feel the warm touch of the desert rain,
O' Dark Tower, please take away my pain.
[Picture Courtesy: Sonali Mondal]
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