As the
droplets trickle down in paths like human veins, and rain falls, a gentle
cacophony against the glass
The flowers
have all closed their petals
And the sky
has gone quiet.
I cannot
hear the songs anymore
They used
to reach out to me like branches of trees
But now
silence has deadened their limbs and wilted their leaves.
It is the
sound of faded colors
The earth
slowly weeping.
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