Never noticed red before smoke filled blue skies grey and young lungs poisoned by man-made drones believed heroes by pawns like prisoners of nuclear families with white labs and white picket fences. Green their God. Never knew red before pursed lips blew away the ash caked city.
Starting with one little book under piles of rubble.
“Mary’s Rose Garden” was the title- inside were tips on keeping such beautiful flowers in blossom. The ever changing colors – even on trees were unreal.
Was there a world before red and grey?
Before these dreary shades and isolated existence of but a few?
Before death was not such a daily reprieve? A burden, eventually desensitized out of us still living.
Young love before red…
How amazing!
It’s truth paradoxical and unrelenting: the little boy’s eyes gleamed.
Had the myths maddening tales been real?
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