Oct 2015
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its grey ashes lay forgotten in the snow
left to dry its spirit inside a soft Spring wind
whispering a message to their next of kin
carrying a hope, and prayer from within
that their cherished flowers never see
a war that kills beauty, and humanity
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its innocence, and number are all I know.
its grey ashes lay forgotten in the snow
left to dry its spirit inside a soft Spring wind
whispering a message to their next of kin
carrying a hope, and prayer from within
that their cherished flowers never see
a war that kills beauty, and humanity
In memory of a flower that did not grow
its innocence, and number are all I know.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 9th, 2015
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove October 9th, 2015
