F I N D M E

Silence's

As the leaves sways upon the midnight bliss
And tacitly whispers of the secrets
Of the right nights that are gone in a brisk
Away it is, dancing along the frets

Laying onto, into stone cold seas
Flowers had thought sunset was indeed you
In every bountiful autumns one sees
Sunset, petals, sunrise was for, a clue

Benevolence's hierarchy, ladder
To the placements, hate everyone's striving
Words gushing, it is indeed the color
To the fate and faith everyone's reeling

Not without, with a clue in you, night's few
The next sunshines are, would be kindness' hue