A poem to a face in the street

She said to me,
"my heart is a graveyard
it lives amidst the silences
Flowers bloom for those who cannot see this feast of colors."

"i'm here,
the wind is cold,
outside me is so much of emptyness.

the whole world is just one intense teardrop in my eye

where are you?"

The door was open.
but, she did'nt know how to come in.