fresh baked poésies: 03
In all life in this hearty Earth, facing the glooms of paths and long term reckoning of darkness. Away with you only in a far long of days—shall be my death.
I'll fond you till reaching the end of my times. And my fondness for you will bring warmth in the winter's fall.
The weeping days came to me, and I am no where with, only myself. It corrupted me. Sucked my soul. Every morning light, I awakened from a nightmare of woe. This poisonous air has been I breathe for too many long. Must, I survive! Must, I fight! And must, I shall live!
Speak to me. Hearken me for once. Your greens of magnificence is what I am clinging for. Do not let this tilted life of misery caress me whole.
Come back to me! Come back to me! And say, my life is for you to keep.
