Crimson rain flip-flops on my tiny world,
I, a lonesome sparrow, long to taste spring's joy.
Twilight, a fiery flame, dimming, slowly,
The monotonous crescendo of the sea rocks my aveoli.
My arteries and veins mourn like sad nightingales,
My heart whispers its grief to the young moon;
Each heartbeat, a musical note, becoming less audible
As the auburn sky swallows my winding neurones.
I am, slowly, mesmerized, seeing the Earth wane.