with wreath she doth weep
she would reach out
her broken hand to thee
in soothing comfort
even as she crowns
the upturned earth
with a circle of flowers.
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The home of scary flowers who haunt the gardens of life
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The home of scary flowers who haunt the gardens of life
with wreath she doth weep
she would reach out
her broken hand to thee
in soothing comfort
even as she crowns
the upturned earth
with a circle of flowers.