Crimson rivers flow at my feet
and ashes caress my hair.
Tears adorn my eyes as my children are swallowed
and chaos ensues.
They had no respect and
had no sympathy yet are angered because we give no fruit!
My children, do not sadden.
For we know how hard you worked for the humans.
Let peace come to you and have a rest.
Someday when you wake up, a fresh start will meet your wake.
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The Maze of Curiosities
PoesíaPoetry is a writing of passion And a lonely fashion Hated by most But something to toast. This writing would be heaven And a worth given lesson To anyone out there To become bare And be Rare. How may you ask? Leave your mask Forget its existen...
