Talking daisies,
feeding grass,
and marble monuments
to the past.
Blackbird serenades,
painted bones,
the fox is screaming
a lovers moan.
The moon is rising,
waiting stars impatient,
***** crickets
their song so blatant.
The mud is cooling
as the breeze caresses.
Breath is fleeting
and darkness possesses.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Talking daisies,
feeding grass,
and marble monuments
to the past.
Blackbird serenades,
painted bones,
the fox is screaming
a lovers moan.
The moon is rising,
waiting stars impatient,
***** crickets
their song so blatant.
The mud is cooling
as the breeze caresses.
Breath is fleeting
and darkness possesses.
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