pointlessly pelting hearts' revelations and they crack..
Spilted into..
a splash of colors..
Reflecting shades of myself..
...
I was in what I was..
A seedling bud
pruned by no hand
ascending
...
No perfume
for your delayed rendezvous
Oh you! that Your presence
IS the vase of hue
...
I'm a dead body delivered by the sea
Under the sands..a strange thing like burners
'lifeless ''
No trail for my being alive except
...