she

the grey sky, sickle, story
lost but blinking
drawing a line.
she read and said
what was happening?
stranged and again lost.
who was she? if I knew
hope and shine
sound of wave.
she came in me again
lost and sank into water.
couldn't endure her eyes
hide beyond dark like
a bird, flying, would come
a treaty with her.
a tinge of color
imitation like child.
©debrajdey