There were omens,
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.
A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.
Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.
There were signs,
All pointing to a wrong direction.
A source which was luminous,
Looked like the pole star,
But pointing to a wrong direction.
Patterns were all erratic,
Left with memories antique,
On the wrong direction.
Prompted by Three Word Wednesday - http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/06/3ww-ccxliii.html
Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday Week 51
