These bright sheets spread wide,
taking every nature's side,
churning every dark ambiance,
You can call them champions,
or maybe, for an instance, the Avengers,
creeping through every angles,
The gloomiest day has arrived.
Where anger and calamity collide.
I have thoughts of taking everything away.
Pierce my every skin and get decay.
You know, it happens sometimes.
When my kindness was mistaken as grimes.
There are more pages yet to be discover;
either in monochrome or other specific colour;
we may still healing we may recover;
we can linger we can hover;
don't forget to be kind to every flower,
instead, why don't we find a five leaves clover?
20200907; monday; end - 1802
