A pristine shroud of baleful whiteUnveils its most beguiling blightEncased in winter's icy breathA panoramic view of deathA twisted tree as bare as bo..
I wander sheepishly midst these ruins...Each little relic,every shard of every broken mirrorHas its own special place in the trophy cabinet of my long..
These crumpled petals linger, dry and frailA brittle souvenir of days long pastTheir rosy perfume lost, the odour staleA memory too afraid to breathe ..
If light could waltz with depthPerhaps it could melt your wordsAnd let me drink them inIf light could flow like honeyPerhaps it could drench meIn your..