Beloved Orange Sky

I looked up to the sky,
and found it empty.
The dark clouds
overpowering the moon-light.

I averted my gaze around,
Searching for the moon.
They rained heavily, as if
Replying he is hiding behind them.

I realised he needed to cry,
Cause, he missed his beloved orange sky.
Such a tragedy was their love,
One rises in the morning,
the other at night.

The sun could burn
up the whole sky,
The moon could light
up an empty night.

What a disaster their love was!

They could never meet each other
Although being in the same sky.

– @maishaaaa | Maisha (fictitiousddreamer.home.blog)