Melancholy in colorless hue
She is mirrored in a tiny view
She vanishes like the dew...
And I search for fragrance
Nowhere to be found
I close my eyes and listen
Yet! There is no sound...
But the sound of silence,
Creating a buzzing void
Oh! My miserable self,
I cannot avoid ...
The pain of serenity,
making a dent deep
The vice of divinity
Breaking the crystal heap ...
And my emotions tumble
Listen! A faded rumble
Still searching for signs..
Will she ever mumble ? 
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