Release

In the midst of woods -
spiral branches and smell of earth
green on the out and brown inside
the colors fade by the minute

Violet oozes out of the stem
Smoothely kissing the wet cheeks
Trembling hands rush to stop
Wind chill is the new lord

Yellow life crawls up the orange oak
Sticks and stings - the wounds remain

Night blanket wraps around the moon
Take my hug and bring me warmth
Heavy sphere, got any ear?

Sometimes, i wakeup on the tenth floor
Strange that the building has only seven in the morning

Emotion needs to learn algebra
Release is but a solution that never exists