Heat employed in making glass
Has cooled down like the ice.
The warmth of the heart alone
Is long lost as the frozen one cries.
Emotions fueled by the relations
Are all frozen , much like the ice.

The smelting of moments it left
The breakdown was similar to rain.
Search for a moment of peace
Was sacrificed to be , for the sake of a bane.
It's all quiet now not a sound it makes
Still not peaceful but silent...