Blossoms on trees
witty frills fill the breeze
many colours thus
tells me when you're sad and i trust
with grey you seem afraid
with white maybe a simple glow
is true its almost like due
when its you with yellow and green
you take me home
I hope for all our good
you stay away from black
coz you call for dust
and danger
the kind you can not trust
Its dark and deep
you and black
the thought makes me fret
coz i can smell it
I can smell death
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