I keep holding onto your daisies,
even though I should have planted...

Dreadful leaves cackle outside,
dark winds confiscating my air...

My hometown,
how I wish to make...

I taught you the snowy keys
on your mother's concert player...

She suspends miniature hearts
from newspaper cuttings...

You are my flower
I can sway with you...

The bells below echo
and I discard their warning...

I fight against time's deadlock with a slayed
perception of congruent routes to faith...

You have given numerous, countless blessings
to furtive flowers who twist and darken your...

Shuffling over rocky pebbles,
I clench my stomach...

I weep, grasping onto a intangible moment
where I could define the core of happiness...

Fragrance chills my arms
in a swift summer swing...