untitled1as the snow melted into springi took each letter, one by oneforgotten lyrics of a silent songto thread into stitchesfor the burning lungsand broken heartsof the young.as the spring bloomed into colouri gave each memory, piece by pieceblurring faces of lingering dreamsto place in a puzzleof rhyming thingsa riddle of wordsfor the king.then the summer died, giving into the dying sunlight, golden leavesfalling like souls in the killing fields.in golden autumn i picked up my shieldput down my sword and my tearsand said; herei will wait for a love that is real.