No reason

I sat with silence

And glanced the sky,

The sky with plentiful of auras ;

That day t'was robbed

with oceanic dye.

There was a hue of birds

marching in shapes

Each following the other

On the path of carefree map.

Swinging with such freedom

were the kites, so high!

Height enough to run away

From those contemn lies.

A drip or two

cascaded down my cheeks

Maybe I stared long enough

Proving the fact if my eyes

were dangerously weak.

Maybe I craved to drawn

And wished to fly

Swinging like the birds

All carefree in that oceanic dye.

Who knew if my tears even carried a weight.

Maybe I just needed someone

To sit next to me

And they listen while I narrate.