A flower blooms for every dead soul
In her garden there are one hundred
One hundred loved ones and ancestors lost
Soon her flower will join the herd.
Sadness blooms in a bottle of beer
On his table there are ten
Ten beers drunk, ten illusions shattered
Soon his life will become one of those illusions.
Blood blooms in warfare
Beneath their feet is an endless red ocean
Endless lives ended, endless dreams dead
Soon, their lives and dreams will end.
Everything ends like everything else
Eternity is an illusion made by the weak
Accept death and accept temporal affairs
And you will live a much better life.
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~𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪- my poems!~
Poesíaempathy (noun)- the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. these are some of my poems! i'm so glad to share them with you! i hope you enjoy. warning- some of these are more rant/dark poems so do be aware of that before you read. th...
