please excuse me i’m new here
Do not waste your words, they all said to me.
Stop losing them to a life full of dead or lost things,
but I was once told,
that losing your words is like losing a hair,
Still I look on in sadness,
as Death sweeps across the crimson sand,
he is watching me, and I, him,
I want to reach out,
White, blue and gold,
Green grass woven like a cloak with emerald seams,
There is beauty everywhere, in the gushing streams and the graceful mountains.