Strange clouds overheaddrop peculiar perspirationnurturing, manifesting;Flooding nations
A love lost is not a love gone. The trees May bid her leaves goodbye in fall, but tragic…
Branches twisting,turning,wrapped aroundeach other.
Oh, Anger, my rock, my tone,Where have you hidden? Where have you gone?I’ve missed you…
DarknessClick of the key, rumble of tumblersShruuuuuuufffff of rubber on pavement, rhythmic…