Perennial streams trickle down mother earth's face.
Walls dam the memories, yet they crack at the might of the infite flow.
A freshly picked bouquet of scarlet roses, translates to flashy cheeks and a beautiful smile.
Scared of the lonely void, I sleep in your clothes.
My love, always loved. Flow with the current, towards the blue ocean.
Haunt not my retreat, for your sake and mostly mine.