Look and you'll see the riches,
With idyllic minds and struggling hearts.
They'll claw themselves from the egregious earth
to the serenity of stars where vibrant daffodils used to scintillate in pride.
Now the moon roams in constant austerity alone with her thoughts
No longer loved by the stars that innocently shine.
They'll garrulously tirade to the moon about loneliness and she'll reply back
Since
gold leaf
Was no more
Defied in riches and moon
YOU ARE READING
B L O O MING
Poesiaflowers will bloom in shadows In hollow grounds And shallow minds
