Pretty.

Gah, I'm ashamed at the patheticness of my reviews, but really... you leave me stunned. Your way with words is very clever and sincere.

I'm not feeling this one so much. It's vague, like seeing a garden through a frosted window; you know there's something wonderful, it's just obscured a little too much.

Or else I'm really, really tired. Like, more than I think I am.

The third stanza's the most concrete. However, I like the second the best. It's nice, like a silent little song.

Felicia.

Such beautiful metaphor I have never seen before...good job and lovely work