Ode to the Nature's Weep

Hath been sweating;
Nay crying...?
Thou supply chill.
Like a malicious;
the -beings rejoice...?
Mine heart thrown;
it aches to replace, forwhy
She, inside me weeping,
made me too...I Woo You.
Clothes wrapped all.
Chill-less I felt; foretells,
the restless forty-eight hours,
system seeks medicine to hold; recollects,
If Sorrow comes, can Joy be far behind...?

10-09-2004 ; 09:10 pm - 09:55 pm