& Somewhere on this soil,

There's a smoker chasing its first high, trying to escape a  home of desolate dreams.

& somewhere on this soil,

There's a cooly refuge, for the corse & the grieving."Flowers for both."yet, the winds reminds us, that only the latter can experience the dancing redolance of 100 petals.

& somewhere on this soil,

there are daughters, Carving butterflies, out of stale bloodlines.
& sons, found in struggle, Forging hallowed temples from unlearned bones.

&...