Crammed with chaos

She rushes out, yelling.

as through a tipped sand timer,

glitters from her eyes,

sinking drops by drops.

Smothered, resisted,

A great toe she was,

within a tight shoe of this world.

Carrying a glass full of roses

Surrounded by greeneries

All she sees is a horizon of desert

And snow falling.

And a lot of people stumbling,

around a station,

watching the souls unite and depart.

A yellow covered blue

Chasing the memoirs,
Digging through the cores of pleasures and the griefs,
She plunges, filtering the instances,
Aiming to sprout yet again.
Obscured, the shadows precipitate
Sometimes they sleet, 
While they often drizzle.
Was a mid-day, colored gold hue
Sensing the wet I dared to ask,
“What’s yours?” she smirked,
“I am a yellow covered in blue”