Bitter flowers

(29 septembrie 2005)

Who hath ‘pon my flowers bled?
Who hath unleashed the dogs of war?
Why are my lilies flecked with red
And painted by the stain of gore?

Just who hath fed my flowers blood?
What pumping veins of virgin youths
Hath spilled their sorrow in the mud
Wherein my roses cast their roots?

What wicked soul hath done its part
To slash away and let me bleed?
Who could dismiss a broken heart
And twist upon a vile deed?

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~ by Winter Snowfall on 25/05/2018.

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