Once again, it is picked up
S H A K E N
My globe, erupts into a fury; my senses
Alas, be still, for my heart is
Methinks he is my Sun. For this, I am
No rise, no light.
Our summertime is nowhere in sight.
Never once more will warmth feel quite right…
My glass orb plummets; the world draped in white.
In harmonic motion, my world is soon frozen…my pain a limitless night.