DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, away-----

the struck of the purple
of that moon
took me back somewhere
defining a reason
I forgot its season sometime
away
how could you forget your beliefs
in a once was a faith of the fell out leaf
fell out of feels

normally
I'd let the leaf
breathe
I'd let the leaf leave
normally
I'd let the sea
weep
I'd let the sea see
normally
I'd leave the leaf to the breeze
let the breeze be in ease
know that it can see
then I'd see the sea
to its seize
let the seize see ease
know that it can see

now that the moon sees
the moon holds on to the ease
the moon blinds the transparency of that sea
seizes the scene
from the leave of the leaf's left weep
it weeps a purple tear
reminiscing to its once faith in shear
the cold breeze swoons its feels
& there is no pupil left to its iris's belief

                                                                                            ------ravenfeels