Echoes in the chill.

In the cold days of July, She wanders away from the crowd, Detached from the world, Unentangled from the cheerful voices of her companions. Contemplating alone in the gloomy chill, Her tears cascade, a torrent of sorrow, Wrapped by the chilliness when her tears dry out. She longs for balance, Craves the days she could glow. Sadness keeps knocking on her door, And she feels obliged to open up. Soulmates come at different times; maybe this could be it. So close to the gate, Maybe one day she could run away, From these mystical calamities that come as saviors.