Rania it's always a pleasure reading your poems. As usual, this is beautifully penned!

I'm blown away by the below lines:

one kind word
could lend life back to dead roots.
I would rise into trees
and flourish like countless seasons
in a small field;
only to suffer death
in the middle of cheer.
Let me give up my ghost
in the rustle of silence.

AND

...this cold
more merciful than
your ever kindest words.

This is a win-worthy poem!

Cheers <3

Wonderful piece. I found the play between starting some sentences with lowercase letters and others with proper capitalization very interesting. Would love to hear your reasoning if you ever feel like it.