Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning?
The murky smell stems from rotten woods. They pinch the melancholic mind with their tiny stray fingers.
There you stand alone to hear the dried leaves rustle in the wind, and whisper in a web of silence!
Light and darkness sprinkle their flaky dust to lit up the shadowy somber scenes with dewy haze!
Bella, you contrive bubbles out of dead winds, and burst them with your pride of a garden rose!
Slumber of shy nights rests inside your dark hollow eyes when an owl strikes the sound of midnight!
The foggy fields smell of wet grass bathed in a soothing dew that fell from the sad stale sky.
The wily grasshopper paints love for its paramour, rainbowed butterflies in the silvery star-studded sky!
The wall clocks sleep with their limbs hanging from the tired sluggish feathers of an old drowsy owl!
It is dark everywhere! There’s no sound anymore, not even of silence! The dusk has dusted into darkness!