In the silence of black
I can hear the white screaming for a breath,

In the noisy dreadful storm
I can hear the clouds roaring for the lost blue,

In the spring
I can hear the fall of autumn,

In the glitter of gold
I can see iron and rust, their blood and life's thirst,

In the chaos of life
I can hear words screaming from the insides of a hidden envelope, the stamp stuck on it cries for some place,

I can hear the lilies withering under her skin and I can see the wax dripping off her eyes as the memories within, cry hard for the dead petals.
©sanyogita