The Spice Of Life

Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path to the future, fading away in obscurity. In twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates the echoless tune of forlorn somber life, silhouetted against the faint skyline of longing. The threads of turmoil weave the blue motif with sadness mold in craving satiation, riding the sensuous storm to the blank mindscape of frustrated desire, once embedding the fervent fascination for repletion. The shards of splintered hope adrift on buoyant flow of cascading memories of the lively times bring back the flavor of the old spices of life. The remnant vibe of rejuvenation returns within the sanguinity sphere of listless life.