Cold Wars

What happens when silent noise grows?

Woeful bud of the tree glooms.

Oh! I can't keep it,

For harsh blessings it lit.

Time has went against

Alas me or thee!

Yellow roses have turned black

Do concern for each other we lack?

Cruelty in emotions do stay,

Never do as I say!

Still we remember the past

How the silent noise will end at last?