when silence speaks

 

It all started with a call

I was walking with bare feet like on the fresh grass

Less did I know that it was a sage of dead’s

With every steps, the leaves broke its bone

Yellow, green, orange, it all turned pale

It was hard to adjust there, you blink and the ambience change

Grey was colour it carried, shivering was the atmosphere that bounded it

Hello! I spoke, he is gone -said the pale voice from other side

In no time, my soul fell aback

The shrilling voice ached “don’t worry he is standing next to you”

Though Ambiguous yet silence spoke a lot.

 

 

 

 

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