Colors don't lie

The moon is green, envying
the orange of sea
when it merges with blue sun,
which carries the heart breaks of white earth
soaked in colorless ashes of,
 floating birds
wailing for dead bodies of trees, red
and blue with burns, and
bleeding black blood
Of humans as pure as white

Shared with NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.

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