Musing through the vividly void space of the wall,
Where graffiti swayed it's fingers long ago on my way,
Now voiceless daylight being cradled on twilight's lap,
From stained brush to dry canvas it's all black glow that's stay.

Blue bleeds above my transparent roof,
Screaming white leaves getting layered by twinkled scars,
Waxy wind wants my heart as it's wind chime,
But can it ever gonna tinkle in this heavy tranquil jar?

Sparkling purple veins of sky summoned me...