Ashy crowds of dim mists lofted over lifeless meadows

But within every dull grassland , is always one lone bud.

One that every man’s greedy eyes bore into all summertime.

One that every pitiful daisy glares at ,enviously , longing to look as grand as the delicate beauty which lays effortlessly gorgeous in front of them.

Although , as every tale says “beauty always fades” , all imperfections of maturing are concealed beneath a wrold of fabricated falsity to shelter absurd insecurity deep down.

So as blazing petals wither underneath bitter , dreary skies

And all bliss from past consciousness flee from thought.

Fewer eyes are snatched that way.

Once again an innocent soul takes a flight of freedom from this lonesome cosmos.

Now a deceased corpse of what was once a magnificent goddess stood in the ashes of pathetic debris of the last heavenly body , disguised as an atonashing rose. 💙