***it Is But Natural+++;

it is but natural as some one so dear and near as when away from home unrequitted quest still persists by the remembrance soul seems to cringe by the fall of dry leaves time when flecks blood still intones within, lightening within may flints into eyes tears glean in the pool of pupil the heart seems to surges by the storm lest be infected abrupt into vale of tunes Eyes looks on to street meandering onto the last bit of traffic square heart breaths faster by the glooms encircling bird yet flutters into the wind when chilled the breath flows incessant yet frenzied blowing heavily by the rain of fear yet the thunder squalls in the distance shadows cover black deep by the darkness hiding the sun, stance trembles as waned by the resonance of obscurity of smiles shadow yet flickers seeming to be shuttling between home and window pane beyond blood stiffles by the unkempt thoughts fear freckles into night when snuffles deep