Melancholy

Her name is pronounced in silence

In the echo of her presence. 

She walks in bare feet,

Guided by my clumsy memories. 

Sometimes, i welcome her

Sometimes, she welcomes herself. 

Her process leaves no noise. No! This lady knows how to break you apart with delicacy. 

She knows her toil. She showers my grieve with utter diplomacy. 

Written by : Elplimo