Evergreen

The sky leaks colors into the earth,
Like we cry feelings into our hands.
In a land with no stars, fire burns faintly,
Coldly into your veins.
Like the desert sand hitting your face,
Scratches catch like thorns to a rose.
Green blumes in the darkest of places,
And blood spills in the cleanest of pools.
Round and round I travel,
Like a dead moth blowing through the streets.
Your words ever present on my tongue,
Your image ever present in my mind.

Reviews

[matrixmark]

REALLY powerful imagery you have caputured here with such few words.

Kudos to you.

Mark.

[Bluefire]

Why, thank you muchly!

[matrixmark]

welcome

Mark.

[Angel of the devil]

wow, this is amazing! i love it! its powerful. you have an amazing talent. ;)

[Bluefire]

Thank you so much

[Angel of the devil]

welcome! i meant every word