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Safana Mar 2021
As its bark dried
And the leaves
yellowish, And, the
giant tree hath
chlorosis
Quick recovery, Dear Father
alwaystrying  Sep 2015
flowers
alwaystrying Sep 2015
It comes down in winter, a late storm
eons away from summer
spring and there's no flowers
and leaves fall.

Patches somehow obscured
and cloaked anew
chlorosis brings new death.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2019
youth: a cold collective
punk -
   signatured in dyes
                      of
                   rancid pink;

mingling
utterances akin to
no other -esque than:

i own -

   die gelbe kuh (franz
                       marc)

from afar:
   reminding me of why

painters of old:
shunned painting
a chameleon.

    even now: avarice in
green candle's
    limbo - is a
      chlorosis
      by comparison

no amount
of sweet absinthe fumes
could
             do more
in feel:
   otherwise to no
thought
        the futility of:

the painter, the chameleon,
and something
akin to -
                  spare
me any other ven'a
at present.
Safana  Aug 2021
Read yesterday
Safana Aug 2021
This, is a story...
The story of yesterday
If tomorrow read it well
There will be no treason
This, is the story for young...
A young little leaf, son of a
branch and grand child of stem
Which cut down from its stem
After sometimes, a chlorosis
Like a nineteenth pandemic
Of twentieth century when
there huge spread of mortality
from Wu in the Han dynasty far
eastern hemisphere...
This, is the story of conspiracy by
the so called Diplo and macy between
giant invaders and their allies
This story highlight everything
in the deep sky and the sea, even
on terrestrial there is no worry...

Just, read it
Yesterday...

— The End —