touch of pink,

on the warm cheeks

fleet of warning,

the heart beats

sunny day outside,

vindicated wind in house

the pen writes,

there may be no tomorrow

the thoughts crumble,

ten at a time

phone rings somewhere, sometime

the body refuses to budge

eyes are wet,

with no tears

staring at the big black board

ders nothing written,

the pen but moves

'Where did all the thoughts disappear?'