Jul 2020
The world lies red
ahead of me.
As the smokes hit
my lungs.
It burns into me as
it dissolves
the air of fear out
into the grave
of roses,red.
Where I plant the
saplings
of love that is to glow.
ahead of me.
As the smokes hit
my lungs.
It burns into me as
it dissolves
the air of fear out
into the grave
of roses,red.
Where I plant the
saplings
of love that is to glow.
