Story of mine

The day when sun was too bright to be
 Around me only dried air to breathe
In sky there were no kite's to see
not a story of weather, but a story of me

Time elapsed, then evening came
Sun also gone, now whom shall I blame
Just feeling  , how refrain myself
To Saggregate the shadow,of dausing flame
 
Then night portrayed another play
Tiny blinkies above the head , stray
And tempting Silvered coin in the pocket of sky
Just Snatched away the story of mine.