Forever flowers: A poem

Bad things done is never mend
Over time or centuries went
House of greed and anger send
Postcards made from tears and dread

Disappear upon bad little times
And come back when all is fine
I may only be a passer by
Who walk upon with a hidden sigh

Cannot lie or cannot disobey
Your rules made under a secret hide
I am down but I shall fly
Then you can watch with eyes all wide

I may not be the one to blame
When the rain comes, all is same
Whether me or the others in play
Break down all your dreadful game

Forever flowers will never lie
Can’t wither away with dreamy times
Upon the winds and by the hives
They shall stay and never they die

– Jan @jahnavigouri