withered petals, dented leaves,
and crusty, dried dirt blanket
the ground beneath our souls.
the rain is cold but fresh;
nature burns the vestiges of fall and
cerulean forget-me-nots remember me.
corroded petals, demented leaves,
and rusty, dried dirt blanket
the ash beneath our soles.
the rain reaks of flesh
man burns the vestiges of nature as it falls and
cerulean forget-me-nots remeber me not.