It glitters falling ever faster source is full and spilling over clouds of eyes that have no master wishing on a 4-leaf clover twinkling down upon the leaves it's sticking to the spikey clouds watering down as though it grieves and fallen tresses round it shrouds source of water pouring out heart of all it pulses rain full and drenching now in pout the earth is drenched in angel pain
In case it's not apparent, it's about a ******* her knees in tears. The clouds are her eyes, the source of water her broken heart.