Dusk Comments

Fires and shadows mingle silently, With the gloom of dust, The quest seems dying now persistently, Life slips out of grasp, my blood seems to rust. sad emotions...... but there is always a way to come out of depression...... begin to love and pray. begin to love God and human beings.. begin to love nature. animals and all that 'God created. simply give love........... and one can come out of depressive moods......... thank you dear poetess. you made me think a lot.. tony