A sigh...

Blossoming into a flower without sun and rain, then die... how can they forget? gasping for air, still no retaliation, weak and bare... missing the unmissed, rings and rings unanswered... silenced by baffled thoughts on a dolorous day.. seeking answers to bloom again. time, so precious none this way, just certain days... can't complain, like a homeless man with a box... a day will come eventually when love will stop suffocating the flowers and allow them to blossom, finally at last....