She rains with tears of oak tree
On the porch of a hidden thought,
Among pale dream flowers
And blinks of clouds.

She rains with forest tears
On the edge of a purple sun,
Among shards of feelings
And moon splinters.

She rains with grass tears
On a cradle of past,
Among silent screams
And strangers that kill.

She rains with tears of linden tree
On a faded air of death,
Among through shapeless silent sighs
And smell of incense.