I see flowers in the sky
Through the ground where people lie,
Trough the voices of the trees,
Through my very special dreams.
I see flowers on the grave,
Every flower's like a shave,
Every minute's like a knife,
Time is blood in pots of life.
Make me, make me free of dreams,
Make me fly without my wings.
Empty mirror laughs at me,
Takes me to the silver milk.
I see flowers in your eyes
Through the ground where my heart lies,
Through the heat and through the hurt,
Through the dying in the dirt.
Make me, make me free of dreams.
All my dreams are nasty films
Where I fly to empty Moon,
Where I will be dying soon.
Flowers
© Copyright: Лиза Андреева-Фролова, 2019
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