The petals are falling,
Drifting slowly.
Descending to the endless white
That drenches the ground with its
Body.
Deep endless white.
That never fades, never goes away.
Only expands , from the floor to the walls.
And those petals stay,
There, they lay.
On the white floor.
Red-stain, yes the petals
Are like blood,
Speckled on the floor.
In this never-ending white.
That stretches from the ground,
And envelopes the identity of
Life's gentle sound.
While death looms no longer,
For all shadows are gone.
Nothing left, nothing forgotten
In white's song.
All is, all gone.
