Poezja

Watery became the eyes,
 
-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.
 
 Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.
 
Dripped it on the ground
 
-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.
 
Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.

-Nr.