Nectar of sadness A nectar of sadness flowed on this blooming rose; She lost her wisdom at the nightfall. She faded a little at the view of these black shadows darkening her soft dress. Her reflection in the mirror provokes its despair. Black shadows, imitating the skeleton of trees live every day with her. Morbid food at the fetid perfumes, tempered dreams of hot tears, They are a part of her life such the concerns of the spirit. Resounding alternationa?? For a moment, they soften, to re-appear deeply, letting her to fall again into the nothingness. EmmA Wyrd