Dusk marks its presence,
Orange and grey strokes of brush in the sky,
Lady of Night gives its essence,
Strings of time add music
The autumn breeze decorates the ambience.
Yet a pain hides in our hearts,
Our beautiful togetherness is a pack of lies,
We hold hands only to drift apart,
Carrying a burden of loosely knotted ties.
I now clearly see through the facade
Cause when you smile, that genuine smile,
It doesn’t reach your eyes!