A remaining leaf
resisting to fall.
Its vein has the purest
blood. Unruffled
by the freezing weather.
Mark of his scars:
meek as a lamb
cowers like a chicken;
ingurgitates, hungry
as a lion.
She thought,
sequel of past abused,
with her love he'd change.
But the gentlest
leaf is mutable in
a slightest shift.
Sublime poetry
from a distance,
is an unfeasible elixir.
Now, she dreams
of a bitter winter
to kill both their
love and affliction.
