The blazing breath of noon embellishes
those fringes of silence.
Were those laughters surreal or just a feint of time,
And while she sulks toward the unjust, she knows
those tears are not meant to shed. It is
just a moment...a fragment of regret,
a cascading shadow,
a demise of a broken promise.
Those reverberating sounds she used to hear
turn unfamiliar, meaningless.
Will she find answers from the colors of the wind
or rather wait for the dusk to come?