I am a flower, small, cold and almost dead
In my world, nothing is done but all is said
This world is dead as well, nothing is warm
No wind
Grey
Pearly Eyes
She sits on a cloud on atop the seven skies
I cannot forget the light of her Pearly eyes
Come, lover’s sickness, I need your fever
I dream of her
Goldilocks
Oh old winter, won’t you go away?
My young spring has come to stay
One rose petal falling from her hair
I reach and take it off her and stare
Love’s River
Love is a river filled with many streams
This stream is the stream of confusions
It’s not love nor loneliness only screams
O they are the screams for the libations
Fish
The lover dies in this path for the beloved of all
Death is an end to love, for death you can’t stall
A golden fish swims in her water so