The mighty rain is pouring over the grounds so dark -
pulling my roots from it's skin and tearing apart
the serenity of it's flawless, picturesque scene
where nothing's what it seems - the rain is in made inside of my head.

And from my touches last of the flowers are withering.

Winter is kissing the world with it's cool, cool caresses.

​Frozen landscape is calling snow to fall into it's pale dark chest.

The world is welcoming my gifts 
and the silent, deepest rest.