Through the fog..

Hey..

Ssshhhh.....

Don't speak...

Listen, listen carefully...

No, I am not being a bully...

Just listen to the sound which peek,

Through the fog, behind that peak.

A message is being brought....

For a soul in the drought....

A soul abandoned by warmth...

Abandoned from care...

Now, it just lay bare....

On a cold land of her share....

A cold wind, one of its kind...

Bringing message from far,

From a person at war..

Loving the empty soul, ultimately blind...

You close your eyes,

And focus on that drop...

The dew drop sings it all...

The story, that will give her the life...

Listen carefully, isn't that nice?

The mystery behind the fog..

Was cleared by the dew....

The beauty of their love,

Was witnessed by few...

The wind crossed the hills..

Through a barren land, with an unbreakable will...

Singing in the warmth of his love...

Floating over the rocky body, like a feather of a dove....

Light filled the dark....

Sprinkling warmth out of lark...

And she breathed, her first breath..

Defeating her own death..

Kissing the floating breeze...

The kiss, working as a meth.

She heard all the wind said...

She danced thinking, for all that remained unsaid.

Magic waving in the sphere....

The earth never have seen, a love, so less of fear.