Gentle breathing,
Heart proceeding...
Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending...
Happily we dance,
that in the cool autumn breeze...
Little flower turn your eye,
For the sun mustn't see you cry...
Broken glass shattered
on the rising sun...
Her smiles and her laughter
Bring about the memories of a yesterday...
The silent sleeping,
a soul still weeping...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
Sitting on the ceiling,
I am thinking; Or am I feeling...
Vines exploring,
My eyes adoring...
Widow seen weeping,
Death struck quickly in the night...
Today we see the dreaded new decree,
lies kept our minds from being all but free...