When the bloom claims the right
\nTo spread the seeds
\nIn gardens ploughed
\nBut also the untilled roadside
\nIt matters little
\nIf the rains are around the corner
\nOr not
\nFor the hot sun is vying
\nTo regain
\nThe shadows of all the burned trees
\nIn the fire
\nOf fury
\nOf forsaken words
\nBroken promises
\nAnd all the sworn
\nCurses thrown at the
\nAltar of the goddess
\nOf revenge and rancour
\nThe painful reminders
\nOf threats to declare
\nWhy bruised ego
\nMay spread the molten lawa
\nOf volcanic eruptions
\nFar and wide
\nThe fears have given way
\nThe truth doesn’t hold sway <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When the bloom claims the right To spread the seeds In gardens ploughed But also the untilled roadside It matters little If the rains are around the corner Or not For the hot sun is vying To regain The shadows of all the burned trees In the fire Of fury Of forsaken words Broken promises … <\/p>\n