Letters of fading blackberry winter
Penetrating to my ocean of agony.
Replacing deep wounds hidden
beyond the whispering envelopes.
Autumn days in Lithuania
Holding vibrancy of brilliant foliage
And spreading bliss and fragrance
Of dancing maple leaves
She weaved warmth of metaphors
To reside in his melancholic emotions
Art of healing wiping out his tears
She perked at least in his living poetry
She is a bleeding portrait
Living in the shadow of patriarchy
Pouring tears to an empty pot,
But not questioning meaningless existence.
The letters you sent me
Seems like a chunk of dust.
Would fire mind turning it to ashes?
Into the heaviness of unsaid tale,
Tears shedding likely to meet ocean
Hue of autumn painted me and thee.
Spring wore floral gowns
Winter wore snowy gowns
Autumn wore maple gowns
Aura of universe tempting stardust
Cologne of archaic books you sent
Still hold the aroma of your artistic soul
I ambled outta old library and
Peered at the dusty corner of the room.
They caged unwrapped melancholy of ours
And concoct boiling tears and sweat to mollify.
Downtrodden we're, making thou food!
Can thou imagine kisans become relics?
//Behind the diary she kept an envelope;
Behind the emotional note carries revenge//
' She was wholly tied up with ropes and