Every evening
She used to smile.
Lonely.
Alone.
With the song of breeze that she knew by heart,
With warm fragrance of her old story,
With purple shade of tired sun,
With a lantern waiting for her patiently.
"Do you cry??"
But she is an ocean.
"Tomorrow??"
It is going to be a long night.
"Who are you??"
But she feel very near.
"Hello!!"
She is most beautiful silence.
Every evening
She used to smile.
If,
There was spring with roses
Autumn with falling maple leaves,
Winter with maroon sweater
Summer with afternoon breeze.
If,
Clouds made the shapes of life
And rainbow glided with golden rim,
Birds had the colors of heaven
Stars sang 'count us please'. . .
She would sing
With fall and stream,
She would paint
With red and pink shades,
She would dance
With lovely lovely flowers,
She would cry
And it would rain.
Every evening
She used to smile.
If,
There was only pain
Never a bright sunny day,
Tears and tears
And pages of deep drenched herself.
But,
Every evening
She used to smile.
