Seeds of Redemption

What are these flowers
but remnants of wildness
By the ruins of a city?
They are reminders of
our lost splendour
and place in the sacred
memory of time.

What is this laughter?
It’s children playing
on concrete,
spraying red petals and
staining their thoughts
with the prints
of our crime.

Are they the emblems
of peace in the pathways
of the forgiven?
While a shadow of tears
falls like a veil
through our journey
in time?

This poem was inspired by climate changes and wars.

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