Timber limbs
falter like rain...

Intoxicating
trees of authentic design...

Finality gravitates
upon these moistened lips...

My body is crumbling
such as an unstable...

Amidst a summoned
sigh, she cries...

I cant sleep
so here I peep...

The closest my irises came to a silver gleaming...
would be the day of my twelfth year of life...

Another leaf fell upon a Spring dawn,
Nesting silently, she rests and smiles...

(The shadow speaks)
Your body was parchment...

I'm writing this display
of visual artifacts...

Within a violet lullaby
she sang to me so sweetly...

A mere, ghostly phantom
meandering within...