The bride left with no colours
Habilimented in the velvety white.
Close to the nature,
Relinquished by the crowd.
Youthful! Yet too tired,
Not of the dead cells but of the silence around.
Alone strengthening the voice,
To be heard and accompanied by someone nice.
Riding into the forest of no notes,
Searching the owner of the old ragged boots.
Smell of the skin and arch of feet,
Still same since the moment they were tamed.
In remembrance of the soul,
That smuggled into the last winter snow.
Leaving behind an impression of the hope,
Guiding an unknown to the path lone.
Like the waves reverberating from the river behind,
She believes one day sound may travel to her life.