Anatomy of spring
And as I move forward, the stream of breeze Those who once forgot to whisper and then freeze Once and for all the orange eyes, the Halloween skin A ride on yellow letters, aside this calmly belonging Glances hitherto unspoken for, shadows unseen of passing dove Known apples, known chairs and the unknown garden drown in love A letter from rays dispersed in shivering arms of woods An answer from the smell, the very best I ever could An address of the bell that was not precisely to be meant A fragrance of sound leading to corner the river might have bent.