Crimson Rain Flip-Flops On My Tiny World,
I, A Lonesome Sparrow, Long To Taste Spring’s Joy.
Twilight, A Fiery Flame, Dimming, Slowly,
The Monotonous Crescendo Of The Sea Rocks My Aveoli.
My Arteries And Veins Mourn Like Sad Nightingales,
My Heart Whispers Its Grief To The Young Moon;
Each Heartbeat, A Musical Note, Becoming Less Audible
As The Auburn Sky Swallows My Winding Neurones.
I Am, Slowly,‚  Mesmerized, Seeing The Earth Wane.
by tri tran‚Â