The meadows grew pink
The sky turned vermilion
The sun got upset
The weather was its companion

Angry thunder, scolded the sky
The emotions fell as rain
The lightening came out to spy,
Why the sun was in vain?

The leaves turned yellow
The sea got rough
The rivers ran shallow
The weather got tough

A crimson change all around
Many voices sing a prayer
Wet season all over surrounds
This weather seems a player...


©sim

Orange, yellow, brown
Covering the dull gravel ground
Parched so bad
Lifeless
Yet beautiful
Painting the canvas of dreariness
The world
They have fallen
Yet strong enough
To make someone's heart
Scream with joyness
Cheer up an empty soul.
They'll crunch weakly
When black boots step on them;
The'll rustle along with the breeze
When the heartless wind pick up;
But why...
Did they fall?
Did they give up?
"They're dead leaves child"
Said her mom
Bending closer to her ear
A faint smile painted
The latter's parted lips
Agaped due to the beauty
Of the painted canvas
Right beneath her...
"Mom...I love them"
She mumbled
Letting her small feet step away
From the heavenly canvas of
Dead leaves....

Trees that **** a lot of dolls
in their wombs
Blue seeds
There's a beautiful girl
smiling among my eyebrows

درخت هایی که
عروسک های زیادی را در رحم می کشند
دانه های آبی
دختری زیباست
که میان ابروهایم لبخند می زند