Epiphany

She has flown over his garden

And loved his pretty flowers

She had sung to his rivers

That she couldnt see but hear

She saw the luxuriant flowers

She couldnt smell them

And blamed it on her tiny nose

She loved the pretty colours

Flashy and charming, vibrant, vigorous

Passionate with secret hopes.

Only she couldnt smell them.

She only thought she could.

Now that the sun is up, high and hot

The flowers have started melting

Plastic petals

False freshness

Putrid passions

Soulless sojourn

She has been mocked at by cruelty.

The joke was on her.

He had lied so dry, so fake.

She has learnt

Even eyes can lie

Even love can die.

So she flew away

Away

And he couldnt sneer anymore