I will write rights
Of tears and plight.
Through dewy seasons,
For bleeding reasons.
We sat in flowery rainbows,
Cascading petals,
With no tomorrows,
In missing shadows.

Momma it’s my tear,
I saw a peer,
An aura of celestials
Queen of seraphs
Iris amidst roses
Like God before muses.

Tell my night
I shall write right
The set of lies
Called history.
Incubating cries
Tells his-tory.

Alpha E. Y.  2016©


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