I see a primrose under this star,
I watch the flowering blushing plants
In such summer, reason is a silly affair.
I see the waterfalls when winter,
The icy water broke the soul of all
Delight and bliss, so ghoulish was it.
I must listen to the clouds bear rain,
I must dissolve the snow with my pain;
This pain and suffering revolves around me.
I see the primrose under these feet,
Pulling me closer to fear and shame,
Pushing out blood, wet briny tears and rain.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,star