'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...

Many pills with many names,
And chemicals galore...

The roses are fresh,
The scent is strong...

Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

And in my coloured fantasy,
There's a world of you and me...

Go from here and leave me be,
From your friendship now I'm free...

A beating heart,
a flushing face...

In the winter nights gone by,
I lay upon the whitened ground...

Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...

It's whispered amongst the flowers,
In reds and blues and yellows...

Now my friend I say goodbye,
I'm leaving here, but please don't sigh...

Autumn to Winter
Look now...