Rustle of Spring Leaves

This rustle of spring leaves
lingers in my heart of grey cells.

Delectable noises producing magic,
turning greyer those grey cells,
trying to reconcile the sensual pleasures,
of loving memories-the tragic treasures,
thinking of those blissful laughters,
reliving the life of embodied warmth,
warmth turning even warmer,
scattering sparks through the streats
That's the real sensed sound,
that again reminds me of...
the rustle of spring leaves.

- Cron