Drama, flashy scarlet blazed flowers;
Smeared paint exposed,
But, their witherings coming soon.
Imagination is everywhere, flourishing in —
Whatever time lives;
In the humid horizon’s pull.
In secrets, great mischief before,
Moves past brilliance —
Glittering, sky drops ambient stars.
And white-noise dulls senses;
Tones, of misunderstanding– play.
Wilting begins, scarlet blooms remember,
Not the hurting,
Just words unsaid; say it.
Inane games, rolling eyes; chatter —
Time fades so,
Say what you mean — say.
Let the petals of yesterday,
Blow listless away;
Today’s a new dawn lit.
Forget the yesterday’s —
No one knows,
The truth of each other.
Next Spring we all re-blossom,
Poets words, views,
Are never what you’d think.
People aren’t poetry, symbols are —
Obvious or not;
Red of blazed flower’s laugh.
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