Color & Cries

Through sun and see

the willows blow carelessly

catching dreams and

smiling in the river streams

 

how florid are the skies

of color and cries

from generations past

to the life we are yet to cast

 

memories carved on wood

stone and ground

here is where our hearts are found

between ashes and forsaken leaves

hidden away like treasures from thieves

 

joy grasped around every corner

hold tightly with fear of extinction

love bought at high value

traded.. faded.. jaded

 

how florid are the skies

of color and cries

from echoed laughter

to life passing faster

 

knowledge caged in death

pride and greed

here is where our sight feed

under lies and fake realities

molded to satisfy the wounded countries

 

as days pass by with time stuck in uncompleted journeys

we fall on our knees

faithless... weak and betrayed

faithless... hardened and empty

 

Oh how florid are the skies

of color and cries.

The End

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