XVI
Seeing what's below...

My heart sill belongs to you
Even if you choose not to take it...

VI
The cold fog has dropped...

It was created upon being born a holy gift
To every Mothered, fathered and brothered...

I
Again the leaves fall...

Seems like not long ago
Seems as there's little time...

That not I am to sit and watch
That already...

So cold
So lonely...