The silence of the wind is an enchanting absence.
recurring consistent soul-consuming
The change of seasons is an illusory anticipation.
atrocious unfulfilling life-denying
The colour of the sky is a blurry vision.
sooty sulphuric eye-scratching
The flower of the tide is a dusty heap.
Sweeping the tree only by a violent surprise
The wind is no longer in love with the leaf.
