it was a walk i didn't knew how silent it could be.
the vision got tired searching noise if it could see.
so lonely was journey i wish something move with it.
even blowing wind got my attention tree without words
speechless grass lips close sky not a word indeed.
how can i **** this mourning death give me a sword.
i lost words then thoughts and even imaginations.
if now i am spoken to i doubt i have recognition.