𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,, 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉

catostrophic collision

gardens flourished 

in her fingertips 

autumns only 

reminiscent .

caress callings of 

candid green

entwined with my dulled soul

mellow melodies made its way

to national history to me . 

my heart exploded

into a thousand colors

and one of them

was the pale green .

that flourished

in terrible conditions

when winter

ruled over land and sea

when the sun's warmth

existed in every corner

of this paradise we

painted with blood .

after all this time 

are we still considered

god's children

after we tarnished

everything good

in his name . 

had we unknowingly