Awaited By My Arms Poem by manoz shrestha

Leaving the space for clouds,
The mountain goes somewhere;
Leaving the pace for glow-worms,
The hedges goes somewhere;
Leaving, one by one, the sky,
The stars are going somewhere;
Leaving with the light;
The colours have gone somewhere;
Leaving the field of scarecrow,
The bird has gone somewhere;
Leaving the moth in love with flame,
The fears has gone somewhere.

For long I've been out of love, lucky charms
You are awaited by my arms.