miserable, you are,
flowers paled, happily,
mercury drifted morning winds,
Dancers hated your wounds, scarves,
rest assured, Granny is there for you …
she loves you even if,
leaves abandon skinny trees, and
your sun burns; she adores you,
Enjoy dispelled hope and memories never retrieved,
pointless as speechless;
bleeding dark hatred.
Beloved winter, remedy narrow graves;
pick her up from underneath, and
be nice to her; definitely nice.