Letter To The Violet

Crashing into one room apartment,

She never turns off the light

Hoping for someone to hold,

She's holding a different night

Dreaming for the blue skies,

Made her brown eyes blue

And wherever she glance now,

Flicker in the night too.

The roads cling her traces,

Trees keep her echoes,

Wrapped in the folded leaves,

Hidden in the secret meadows.

Cold streets hold her scent,

And the wind carry the vows,

To keep the secret of a stranger,

From above the clouds.