Spring is near.

Tears are now newer. Blossoms are already appearing, deep in winter. Colors are becoming brighter. Slowly, they're coming into shape. Old ghosts are coming together now. They will unite once again. The ocean is calming down. The shore is almost visible now. My thoughts are making sense again. Darkness is clearing from the light coming from the above. My heart is pounding and yet again, the melody of memories is heard within the ally. Just as the child who smiled after accepting a piece of bread from the kind stranger, the white doves flew higher towards freedom. Hate is no longer visible. The ultimate love story is written. My eyes are wet with tears, but I'm liking the silence today.