Suffering is making, gathered in my soul

Are broken with countdown.

Collected at night with the moon in eclipse.

The spell of October

Suffering drawn in frames,

And are the hardest

  To erase.

Like a lunatic

  I persecute my thoughts.

Thoughts floating

  Waters less forgiving

Misleading, giving orders to conduct my thoughts.

Then in a fraction of a second

Immerse them in swirls.

White sheets of a book,

 One with eyes on white tulips.

 Pretending that I read,

  Ice season

Crystal

  The flower vase.

Shines

Throw facets like a diamond

Everything is just an illusion.

As the night turned into day-like

Fireplace lights are of marble, blue;