While walking alongside the silent trees waking up all the mist wrapped breeze those wrestling letters within my head jumbled up a beautiful lie waiting ahead., whilst restlessly learning how to fly they search for a station to rest & rely trying to keep the pages very dry the ink wiped off its tears of cry., Mazed mutely at this loud sight from the endlessly silent sky above wobbled down some droplets of love that sneaked into the rumbling clouds scared of vaporizing its dew filled dreams by the bleak rays peeping out of those creams that were struggling to reach the destination of day against all mighty odds from those sheets of grey., Refereeing the dispute of this fog-light lust poured out the words from a lock broken chest splattering the fragrance of this earth's crust as the showers of rain kissed its promise of trust ! Hello writers! It's been dark since last few days due to rain, clouds and mist in some places. So is this picture. What does it remind you of? Come up with a quote or story related to this picture and we will give shout-out to three writers at 12.30 AM, 2nd March. #walkinyellow