In the green leaf garden
,
Lonely
,
Silently.

Beautiful roses,
By themselves
;
Hurl their scents
,
Shooting
,
Looting
All the emotions
Of each intention,
Silently
Shouting,
All from their hearts
Dirges merrifully
To the poor pauper
Yet only
:
But sadly
Dancing their heads
Where necks sit.