The Day I Left My Home
The Day I left Home The dusk is approaching so soon. The sun seems to be teasing me turning yellowish or rather more orange in the other side of the hill. Ah! I always love the scene of this sun getting engulfed by the hill. There is yellowish glow everywhere in the surroundings; yellow clouds, yellow hills, yellow sky and what nots!!!. The cloud is changing its form into an object that we could fly in today (these clouds turn into every shape I imagine it to be, I just need to think about the object and relate it to the clouds and lo and behold! it will change the shape.) I am now asking the sun of these parts to remember me as I really am going to miss him getting swallowed by the hill, as from tomorrow, I will be far away from this place. Moreover, I am not certain whether I am going to see this beautiful sun getting swallowed by the hill in the other part that I am moving to. I've sweet memories of this place, words are getting shorter to describe my memories...