Aside the record of the pouring rain,
A strawhat shed bearing cascades forming rivers whipping it's entrance ,
Making an octagon littered with holes the size of constant splish splosh and splash,
the path my eyes would take had to find Jasmine,
Dark coffee hair as a cobra reaching her spine, a small supple body asleep for a while, in the past almost knew mine,
the burning candle of our tale blew fast,
away a night as a away a time I had lost sight and lost her,
the breath of fate had somnolence take her away as it drew me to wander sad depraved
into the rain,
The evening mundane splattered amongst the greens and the greens sprawled and crawled
making the garden before me,
the warmth kissed her feet it was the garden and it crossed her still,
My eyes cherry all my mind hairy even my mouth moving to call from me,
the weight of her sleeping and all the way beside...