
The earth cracksshifts, slants Breath stillsSpirit sinks untilall thatās left is a huskLife evaporates like a magic trickUp in the skystars glitter Sharp pointed teethwaitingDying leaves shiveringand rattlingon branches trying to hold onTrying Itās a gloomy morning here with a cold, steady rain falling. I suppose itās got me in a blue-ish mood. Not all-the-way [ā¦]
Unfinished Ending
