|Study for by Paul Gauguin|
Days will become night,
Spring will suffer from a common cold
(as if after effects of a love at first sight)
Flowers will open and prepare for summer,
After cherry blossom snow will fall
(as if there was no such thing as a predictable weather)
My open heart will furl from unfurl,
Open doors will close with a quiver
(It will be peaceful and silent again,
as in sweet dreams of a little girl)
PS: I won't be able to save me or you.
PS to PS : "Savior is an overrated idea anyhow", I imagine you saying and laughing.