Petals freeze their quivering,

As tears cease their movements

Down your frigid cheeks.

You share bleakness

With this abode of mine,

This city of mine

Where pain is sweetness, and the source of my people’s

Division.

They say

With words so bold,

That their pain accompanies themselves,

As themselves.

That, they are pain,

But, not so much strong.

Your shadow is the eclipse, itself,

Masking radiance with further loss

Of light.

A darkness

To behold,

Because, love was a wing that would not shed

A single feather.