Days When Green Was Gold
The livid sky mourned in tears
And her weeping brought the fears
For those who laid her shroud
Must pay the dues with their own blood.
The weeping was so grave
Even the chaste were not spared
The tears that poured was like a sea
That drowned the souls in agony
Where are the days when green was gold?
Could you tell me where to fetch them?
May the souls that are chaste and cold
Find their way to heaven
May the spirits that wander the abyss
Find their way to rapture
May the bane casted like a mist
Shun the heart of nature
Oh! I miss the olden days
When the breeze was cold and pure
When there was peace on the valleys
And the view was like a cure
February 19, 2023
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