Rising from the ashes
coming from the past
the bones that remain
speak of the untold

I run, run; the pain doesn’t stop
of the death and the seeds emerged
as blooms from the darkest corners
the most beautiful flowers, red

I keep looking at it
but I am still scared
want to bury everything again
but now this flower has life

and so I want to say
Long live my love
but I can’t say this words
I am choked…