The voice of that man
1 min readJun 22, 2020
He spoke with a shallow tune, that voice of an old friend dreaming century long.
Those were the days when flowers cornered at the darkest future, betting wishes with dying color.
I still remembered his voice,
It flowed tragic, surfacing nostalgic stories to the sensitive ears and imaginative eyes.
Such intensity baring a warmth within the tide of loneliness only known to self.
But that shivering…