chestnutsㅤ bloomㅤ onceㅤ youㅤ pullㅤ outㅤ theㅤ blue.ㅤ weㅤ wereㅤ silentㅤ withㅤ sightㅤ ofㅤ ripeㅤ berriesㅤ thatㅤ weㅤ plantㅤ onㅤ backyardㅤ fullㅤ ofㅤ mourn:ㅤ nothingㅤ wordsㅤ canㅤ embrace
meㅤ asㅤ theyㅤ do.ㅤ
(swelling solitude of lune.) ☃️ㅤ𓆞ㅤ🌉