Alone a page flew from door to door| Gliding by the force in the hands of the wind| Direction in the Guidance of its lead| A blank page with nothing to read| Quickly embraced the language of the scenery| Remembrance became the depiction of its ink| The lines began to fill as it blew further past| The rain emerged as its demise| Soaked| The words dissolved| The ink dissipating out towards the open air|