Bloom

Bloom

How could I explain
That time
That
Place

To someone like you
Who
Wouldn’t
Understand

That time
That place
Is so special
So unseen

Without insight
That village is just
A
Dream

You lack it
You despise it
To surpass
You must deny it

How could I explain
That season when
Those leaves that leave
The trees leave

Before fall they fall
Fire fall rains onto
The fire earth and
They rise with fire fall

And the shoes from the tomb
That cover feet’s wounds
Have holes in the bottom
Of the wound healing shoes

Admire the season, the fervor
The reason the tomb opens
And reveals all its secrets
To the wound healing shoes

The fire that rises from the
Leaves falling from trees
Cools the air in between
And drafts the burned feet

And this cold so bold
Crisps the air twofold
It takes the wounded feet
And cauterizes the shoes

It appears from thin air
Cold fog and fall air
Sky above, so below
Fire rain in gutters flow

So the fervor rises
From the leaves in the trees
It cools the air and grows
Autumn August bloom

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