Though you made peace within your own ambience
something wrenched your serenity, suddenly
silence was the language you spoke
in blue blurry words of despair
however, you never seemed
to be doomed and dilapidated in boredom
you wore a veil made of thousand smiles
on your face, hence we were
blinded to your despondency
you were the sparrow of the secluded prairie
fallen alone and far away from home
no flock ever made you grin, and
none of us felt your existence until you were gone
gone without discernable traces
