Garden of Greed
I’ve been deceived by golden buttercups~
dipped in chamomile incensed rain,
while butterflies slumber on poisonous petals,
oblivious to the weathered garden of greed,
where I’ve seen more than words can tell,
for not every vibrant vine nor tender tendril serves honey.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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