unanswered

Choose, my soul said
unexplained,
to the one who believes not in existence
of the soul.

Unanswered, she remains,
in the silence of diversity.

Here comes the sun,
when the dark sky fades and
summer rain
floats away.

Sipping her summer wine,
my soul
longs to write her own
letter of completeness
to the world.

Happiness awaits,
but moves along with summer breeze
and yet again,
unanswered she remains.

mmm…
everything smells happiness.