
Lastly, a river
This scorching meandering
Into the sadness
Lastly, a river
This scorching meandering
Into the sadness
Colorful ocean
A real, heavy fear falling
at the perfect pace
Alone lunar grief
A white, alive frost crying
In the winter room
Fleeting afternoon
A teeming hollow turning
Bathed in grandeur
Sorrowful nighttime
A hard, aching rain searching
For the ugly truth
Question wintertime
A sudden terror churning
Sitting on the death
Wings of brilliant blue
Resting on the leaf, silence
Moment of beauty