Promenade Poem by Vako Lake

She had promenade on green grass,
Grass thorns hurt her tender feet,
And then…
She cried diamonds instead of tears
And her eyes suddenly blood-lit.
She touched thorny grass with hands,
Touched the ugly stony ground,
And then…
She was full of sorrow
That the bliss could not be found.
She began to collect diamonds,
She had only hope in them,
And then…
Took a handful of friends,
Mind created style of gem.
She tried not to shake her hands,
They were full of blood and treasure,
And then…
She began to make the beads,
And her pain she couldn't measure.
She made the beads of cried diamonds
Which cost her torturing herself,
And then…
Face was bloody, scratched,
It was vain to scream for help.