I am standing at the gate

A wide stretched farm

A longing bricked passway

A white wall and an engraved name plate

Yes, I am standing at the gate

 

The ways talk of no you

Every day starts with fresh new

Every hour I get late

Yes I am standing at the gate

 

Winters have started

So has snowman arrived

Who can end this wait?

Yes I am still standing at the gate

 

It is so empty

It is haunted

Stand on the porch once

I will apologize, I will initiate

 

 

Reviews

[prodicallife]

Dear Darkstole,

How ferocious the scenery is.

The imagination took me took my nerves off!!. The lady standing in a love gown on the gate of her home, a silent wind addressing her every moment, trying to talk to her anyhow and trying to make her understand that, she needs to get in a rest a while.

The flying leaves, bending in front of her for asking her to move inside as they carry no words from the person she is waiting for.

What a wonderful approach and thought.

Thanks for sharing.

Stay blessed!!

Prodical