Soak on winter’s perfume
Yearnings fading over the laugh of the loon
My thoughts banned over twisted fumes
Go away! Go away!
We are no more
Go away! Go astray!
Shallow suffering I adore
It’s the risk of being insecure
This agony I should endure
An unwritten sonnet for you I procure
On a windy afternoon made of love vain but pure…