Rainstorms dripped from her cloudy eyes; mockingbirds escaped from the greenery within them. I watched as every tree that was planted fell graveling at my feet.
Her yellow dress, like that of the sun, beckoned, calling me; fear enclosing, my speech paralyzed me. My mind took in every feature of her that, engulfed within, creating a character so tragic, yet divine

Flourishing flowers evaporate into thin ice, as Echo walked the flooding streets; fearlessly, I follow behind, watching as everyone's motion stopped at the sight of her tears.
She sang a song of yesterday; cars roam as innocent children play. If I could grasp at yesterday, I'd take with me the purity rings, turning them into angels' wings. Soon, the blood of the innocent bleeds, taking away the flourishing that my nurturing mother gave to me.

her words echoed throughout every street bathing every man and woman in her sorrows
echo covered in desperation wondered aimlessly
never noticing that I followed behind my eyes screaming weeps
Fear finally escaping me, I reached out my arms to hug her with peace, but she disappeared; it was as if she was never seen. Her yellow dress is the sun that's surrounded by storms upon storms, never to sleep.

© starrose