what language is this silence..
a beauty incapable of senesence..
a lone stride through the twilight lit woods.
to a hilltop where alone you stood..

a shriek for the valley to repeat..
the vermillion sky..a pristine retreat..
the canvas of blue on the sea..
even there your thoughs wont leave me free..

it rains ..I stare at the water streaks..
to surrender to their wrath i’m not meek..
i wait for the fire inside to extinguish..
now its love renamed to anguish..

shall give it back to the hill to the sky..
wouldn’t stop..now if i start to fly..
shall set ablaze the scorching sun…
if its not you..its gonna be none..

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