THE TOUCH OF THE TONIGHT br br as I can not but remember br the golden past yet of all relics br dislodged into the dusts of time br by the touch of the fossils br that reminds me the woes of the love br br I cannot but forget the hurtful sorrows br being coursed by the remorse dark br the cutting edge of silence in the void br as when retorted by the repentance. br br as I remember the warmth of winter sun br I simply loose the glimpse of love br resourced from the blue moon br as when glimmered by its cadence.