Goodbye Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

A barren land
Of promising soil,
Emanates futility of fertility,
Bitter love of dormant seeds.

A barren land
Filled with sand soil,
It's chilly particles,
Blows right into your iris,
Tears fall, tears fall,
For your bitter love,
To be irrigated.

The scent of it's infertility
Profoundly toxic,
Hallucinations of germination,
Haunting little seedling shadows
Keeps you hoping,
Bitter love, never ceases at goodbye,
Drowns you in experiments.