I prowl towards your hand....

I prowl towards your hand
Instead of mine
Your fingers hanging on one another.
I try to hear your silence
Instead of it
A beep sound slapped on my ear.
I inquire you to lilies and
Sky, which just finished raining.
They asked with wonder
Where did you hide her?
Don’t lie.
A beep sound slapped on my head
I murmured where did you put her beggar.
A board of colors creeps to my fingers
There was a black solitude of island
And there, was a man with his sweetheart,
His arms always hold her.