yet the sky blinks in silence br even the flower blushes in beauty br with its fragrance diffused in radiance br reveled by the glance of beholders br when fountain smiles in its spurs as mellowed br br yet in a rack of milieu a mirror invisible br as I peek to the sides yet staked in blue br looking into the patches of plumes br abrupt alone, as clouds of dark and grey br sweeping over the rainbow. br br the reeks of pain as mute br wakes me up from the regress br the telling its woes as in sorrow br yet into the depth of wee hours br a time for a reason as when mellowed.