Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...

Thick air will be drifting off through
this foggy night...

Precociously; I have approached
unsecured gates of a darker world...

I want some warm rays for the days of December
and as silence gets colder I'd need a coat to wrap...

When YOU;
no longer search for perfumes...

Do you remember illuminating my
dark nights with love sparkling in your eyes...

A thousand words fail me,
unable to overcome the agony...

Why be colder than the snowiest season
of the year...

Britts' contest...

Seeking a path through
the field of sadness...

I look for it between tumbling lines
of fugitive lost memories, amid words...