glassed room without a door
green trees, the scent of spring
bird songs and tears falling from the blu(e)
he is tearing up (papers), the young sky
little drops on leaves and benches
forming one sad sea
filling it with sad songs and sad humans
drowning the earth in dark water
like sitting in a room with no escape
with a key having no value
and value having no purpose
(sand and) sea
the forest is crying
alone surrounded by air (and flowers)
this (place) is so lovesick
and so am i