Slowly with your velvet tears

Slowly, slowly so your eyes can perceive of the forest world in the drop of a tear. Slowly, so all worry melts away like forgotten shadows and the brooks course through your veins. No more misgivings, no more crying, only true sensations, the likes of which are only beginning to reveal themselves for the first time. Slowly, you unravel yourself in ribbons and dance amidst the drunken age. With violets, slowly summer comes. You surrender to the essence of beauty into the perfume of time.