Droplets **** like
heavy bullets
petals massacred in pain
morning dew lost
in empty mist
a foreign heart
in metal chain
Echoes and screams
from hollow graves
ghost are haunting
a girl‘s sweet dream
her hope lies
on the moistened moss
I saw she died
in high funeral gleam
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC