The folks in heaven were angry
Because their trees were hungry
That’s why
They killed the last cranky.

After which
they feed the trees amply
With his blood which is totally
Fancy.

But all of a sudden
The greed attacked the branches
And start to spread the sins
In the form of patches.

And finally,
the handsome cruelness built its rituals
within the holy individuals
until the terror bloomed within the folks
and hunt the heaven
to burn its strokes.

And she painted the sky with her poetry
Calm but misty
Still dark and heavy

last light of today
shimmers off glistening ice
blind in golden rays

Grey skies , leafless trees
A moment of quietness
Remembering Spring

❤️

consumed by you
completely possessed
captivated