Trees, They Climb Up Mountains

It is in trying to understand
those shades that cover my skin
that the sky and the garden
lose themselves. They wander
and it is this innocence
which causes the tears
not your weaknesses
and wishes to love.
It is when people are accustomed
to guilt and hatred akin,
those figures arising
out of misfortune
resemble broken fragments.
Sad stories, hide from us on purpose,
and time for us is very less
but, truth forgiven
all humans awaken.
Together seem to be a mess.
My hands are full in giving.
Those stars are gracious
but forsaken,
who trespasses,
on land which is ours.
Disquiet and destruction.
These are the shades of gloom.
Thorny roses and bloody kisses and hues
in bloom.
The previous chapter has expanded,
my mind is ready to fall.
The crashing on the stones of yesterday
is resonating,
but the sound is missing.
We need it to escape.