A lost letter
I often get lost in whites While I stood there amid the tall mountains Amid all colors Yellow orange blue pink I still am hung up on few words you shared Rather questions They felt like small talks I noticed you but then I forgot you With the winds embracing me With the sky flirting With the mountains hi fying I still remember you I answered you questions only to realise Its been days for them to travel to you So while we were at the post office that day Inking the postcards in stamps of the city I sent one to you But it still remains in the whites with the wind on those mountains
