April 27, 2016 / Flower

April 27, 2016 / Flower

A Poem by Blut Gemalt Rosen

Dark Skies.
She slipped the deepest.
Finding herself a burning flower.
"Why can't we live in these poisoned places?
Why can't we be pink suns?
I don't ever want to wake up-"

© 2016 Blut Gemalt Rosen


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Blut Gemalt Rosen
Blut Gemalt Rosen

Lynn Haven, FL



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