Friday

Wilt

Evil all around
Chemical green grass I’ve found
Too green and too straight
To allow curving cusps create
Colors forced to perfection
No rot decay to allow reflection
Alternative banished

Burn Burn and fire turn
All dross into ways to learn
Grow and ash I know
Scorched and I regrow
No change, no fire, standing
Still waiting, fearful of expanding
Wilt

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