the reason behind a cry
is the season behind a smile.
the moment you whisper
know that the air flickers.
for a thousand second
only but little of it matters.
diners by separate en different occasion
whereas leading to one direction.
when you stare to find a valour
you realize there is nothing awesome in glamour.
waiting for that autumn season
en when it happens its like it never arrived.
So, the earth never spoke
but they communicated in different languages.
alas, it’s the voices many can’t hear.
or maybe most don’t listen.
SoulHeartHuman 