To Love Poem by Kampanje Aubrey

Out of the homeless wind that blows
There's a road curtailing after it's launched
Under the blanket of the sleeping sun
Cold legs of fate rush out to us

To the purest candle that glowed
Somehow meant to flirt a while, and then gone
The sibilation of the parting souls
Feels like the cracking of a hard stone

To the skirt with a hatchet on her sleeve
Cuts what hold us together like a tree
Not I but nature grants you a fair leave
Not I but nature grants you a fair leave