Save Our Souls

I don't like where this is heading, where does this lead?

A burnt down house that was once blue,

now exists as a generational seed.

A blooming revolution colored yellow, black and white.

You must remember that out of the darkness comes a white light.

A garden of truth; flowers growing in soil of despair.

Can you see the brown or just the grey shades of hair?

The color only gets washed away in the tides of time, please, sit and enjoy the sound.

Salt water tastes so good in between my toes and teeth.

Oh, you're saying that is not the right form of sensory?

All is together here, all is right.

I'm not wrong, for I am as blue as bright.

Blue, how does it shine into a fresh-water sea?

Green grows greatly among blades of soil.

This makes sense because it exists somewhere in my mind.

Open your mind and you'll see in  due time.

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

There does seem to be a generational gap of culture. What happened?

[Antoñyo]

Extremely provocative piece. I love when I'm compelled to read and read again.
Thanks for sharing!