Each one of tomorrow's stars,
word-petal-wings, sweet-verse stings
yesterday's deep scarlet scars
I tied them to silken secret strings
And let them free in dark blue skies
You brought for my fate, fallen flowers
Worship me then in smothered sighs
Down there in dream-clouds beyond ours
Flowers and stars wage wars sometimes
Time fades them both, but death so slow!
Memories and words make love at times
Time feeds them both, but morsels tiny, woe!
All day long you run fingers along my spine
But the fool, she clings to a life-line
Your words kiss mine and synch our love songMy life merges in your line. The fool, so wrong!
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