With grief I am with defiant ,intuitional  in fire  ,
Death her love , cure her loneliness.
Beside my petal  my roses , red to blue  October.
Me and us  in summer,
      

, mama cries her eyes  its noting like her stars
Her sparkle  once stolen. grief, when I was  defiant .My little blue nights  with tense of passion.the warmth of  kisses , it’s thus little frosty lies.
  
With grief I am defiant ,intense sophisticated, my raw raged lover