miscarried heart through light beams flare
an epiphany of waving hair
where thoughts they seems to ruin and tear
in desperation of April
sunken icebergs in my eyes
flow down to my heart which cannot cry
for fall scorched it with it's lies
a hope has been derailed
Spring but barely breathes on me
it thinks upon no sympathy
for this reason you cannot be
an echo of pardon
so speak to me (but though nought)
for it feels as if love has forgot
that i stand in summer plot
which also knows not my name