shadow leaves are tranquil, if you get what I mean —

lips harder, venomous snake

run faster, a hoariest sounds good whereas

I gaze upon the same garden,

ah! there she is! there she is!

green grasshopper's blushing beneath

her feet, like a laced-patched linger on her dazzle —

peaking the rays, beaming on her eyes!

I stole her one last glance, one smile!

if my heart would've stopped beating right

there, believe me I feared the nostalgia critic

down right above my swelling breast;

yet I couldn't stop her tears!

I tried my calling poesy, turning tulips of blossom

trees, keeping my emotions intact—

I run down my inking glimpse,

upside down my notepad—

still no gazing at the shadow crumbs.

are you here my fairy slush. . .?

. . .
part two is coming on the way!