Wandering with the rebellious breeze
Into the shade of withering willow trees...
The surface lies so still
It's placid face remaining calm...
Sun rays lit them up.
Sparkling little drops of rain...
She elegantly sits
atop colorless cushions...
Floating calmly from clouds in the sky,
They die - their essence covers all...
Rain its where the love stories take place
where sadness first begins and where life...
Crisp breeze,
Falling leaves...
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised...
Today is freezing
I am a human icicle...
I trace the lines of your timbered soul
That echo through the wilderness...
(for a contest, and very hard!!!)
Rain pouring down on me...
Wind sweeps through her
Elegant hanging branches...