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Flowers of Winter
Bless these bones
Sprouting timid
In soften soil
Forigner
Solemn sunrises
Have I enough faith?
Shall I hum a hymn
Of light gleaming
At faces screaming
Into voids unholy
How may I arise?
May there be a second
This is once
Wakeful dreams
Spending a noon
Alluring love
Be you my bullet
Digging in my skull
Pouring out crimson
Bone fragments
Into soften soil
Sprouting little buds
How shall I explain?
Holy is this day
Set aside to decay
Into a melting light
Filling my vacant lungs
My half-beating heart
Be you my bloom
In midwinter
Sighing into skies
Navy and twinkling
Holy be my hands
A morning frost
To shine us so bright
With no worry
Absent from deaths bite.
Sprouting timid
In soften soil
Forigner
Solemn sunrises
Have I enough faith?
Shall I hum a hymn
Of light gleaming
At faces screaming
Into voids unholy
How may I arise?
May there be a second
This is once
Wakeful dreams
Spending a noon
Alluring love
Be you my bullet
Digging in my skull
Pouring out crimson
Bone fragments
Into soften soil
Sprouting little buds
How shall I explain?
Holy is this day
Set aside to decay
Into a melting light
Filling my vacant lungs
My half-beating heart
Be you my bloom
In midwinter
Sighing into skies
Navy and twinkling
Holy be my hands
A morning frost
To shine us so bright
With no worry
Absent from deaths bite.
Published 27th Aug 2018
| Edited 28th Aug 2018
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