a flowery curtain adorns my room
I look at it from time to time
the flower is a blood red
but the leaves are a bit dead
dead leaves
crackling as I walk
it’s a dream I know
but I cannot stop
perhaps I’m alone
among dead leaves and stones
staring at a bright little spot
BUT IT'S A LONG SHOT
I’m not a crackpot
not inside my room at least,
my door opens from time to time
but on the curtain beside my bed,
the leaves look a bit dead
...or so I said