DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, and no, I don't wear lashes:)

do you know for whom to send
while sipping tea you only blend
when the vanishing point
to your head a gun
and the misery of before
is renaissance beauty now sung
dare you put me at risk in its shade
be my guest, I'll be blade
a burgundy leaf scratching the green
dream of the sage
echoes of the stage SCREAM
the paint dries to be swept
she took off her lashes and wept

                                               ------ravenfeels