Synopsis

There I was, all alone in a meadow; Almost fending for myself with a halo, Dusk had come with a colour of a crayon. The midnight blue had faded after some time, Without waiting for me to picture it in my mind. The winter breeze was kind It did not topple me over, when I stood up to walk some more. I was never bored. It was not a day of unhappiness; But it would have been, If you were beaten in a game of chess. That night I yearned and yes, I felt proud. No one would put me down;