In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

Slithered under a blanket of snow
scribbling profanity, as snow crystals...

I can't stop my pen from writing
about you, and your unstoppable...

Haven't written in a while-
I bend in corners...

The sweetest creature
has fallen gracefully upon my heart...

Hearing the echos
along the corridor...

Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony...

Conversation died
the day her whispers vanished...

She closed the doors in August,
same time as my...

Iridescent pearls
essence of a lady...

There is a corridor placed
in a run down building...