Unveil

Empty walls and locked up door,
Doesn't hope for anything more.

There lay a framed up heart,
In a black and white art.

Silent desires prevail along,
To hold where they belong.

Behind those dead weeds of corn,
where dreams are just forlorn.

One day,will come a downpour,
With droplets of perfect colors.

The mystic picture on the wall,
would elude and begin to crawl.

Will be emblazon with love,
and unveil the seluded heart.