The thought of losing the
ability to climb your beautiful...

Designed
shapes within my mind...

The ages of spotted elegance
design her finger tips in such...

Timber limbs
falter like rain...

Intoxicating
trees of authentic design...

Finality gravitates
upon these moistened lips...

My body is crumbling
such as an unstable...

Amidst a summoned
sigh, she cries...

I cant sleep
so here I peep...

The closest my irises came to a silver gleaming...
would be the day of my twelfth year of life...

Another leaf fell upon a Spring dawn,
Nesting silently, she rests and smiles...

(The shadow speaks)
Your body was parchment...