With love I plant my flowers
Sweet blood petals of mine
One day will come a shower
Rid the color a force divine
Kiss each prick with my hands
Drips a crimson tear in sorrow
This will be the final dance
As no more is morrow'
For now she breathes strong
For now her limbs wave
But always be awake and wary
For from death - none are saved (Love and live long
Sing your heavenly song
You are missed by your roses, violets, tulips
Think of you they will in summer shade or cool winter nights moonlit)
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