A Field of Flowers

Dark moon eyes
shivering shell
I'm watching
I'm going to hell.
Silver-stained name,
a rapture of tooth;
a smile
a window of love.
I'll never.
No, I'll never.

Keep speaking as the heart keeps beating
and keep it coming, keep it flowing
keep those words going. 

Offer a prayer
a voice, a word
of your choice.

And flowers take me
in the moonlight
by the glint of their eye
and the size of their hearts.

The End

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