@Rakibbec03 5 October 2020

In the heart of human

Yesterday was a mix of black and red A strange bird. Jumping from branch to branch, Behind the leaves, from flower to flower. Her golden lips, like A single diamond placed on the tip of a pen. Each scratch was cut and shared Flower to honey, honey to flower; All my knees were floating In the honeycomb of red roses. On the branches of red roses since this morning Fire-burning hands of flowers; An old priestess is picking flowers. Her hands are decorated with red rose designs. Not honey, white stalks on empty stalks. Deep cry of red roses on the floor, What do I do? What do I do? I did not bloom on the branches of the red rose. I am the saddest flower of the world, I have broken people's hearts.