Ethereal
Captured with her thoughts in this universe, she kept her bag besides the wooden table. Many voices surrounded her body, but her heart still searched for a silent voice. She found hers elf lost in these greens, but then she saw those steps coming towards her And then the died roses wanna bloom, with a different love, but gradually. Caught up with literature, they enjoyed the silence too. A crowd of people surrounded us, yet they can't be bothered. Are their universes supposed to meet? do they reside in the same galaxies? But fusion produces a spark, Will it turn out to something beautiful Or destroy every bit of art? ~Shreshtha Verma