If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

..so hear my plea, of mans misdeed,
to help our world, no more to bleed...

Fallen leaves frozen
crunch beneath my walking boots...

I talk to you-
about how the moon turns...

My heart had been kept
under wraps...

Boris under parliament
Request to spell out and...