Where red flowers bloom

Red flowers bloom
Where blood runs dry
In a place,
where souls do not rest
And tormented cries
Fill the dark night.
Velvet petals sway
In the Wind
But soon, to my touch
They wilt and disintegrate
Gone,
Leaving nothing but
Silent tears behind.

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Red leaves bloom here, in a place where it should not exist. It reminds me of shed tears and dying men, of sadness and regret. Here, where those red leaves do not belong. In this world, where sadness is not welcome, it stays.