the ghosts of the flowers
dot your memory in our absence
the leaves of the hours
hang their shadows on the fence
in shapes of tears
oh dark angel on the field of loss
where shall i plant this dangling cross
where slant the ague with sorrow drenched
where slam the rainbow like a fist thats clenched
or splay this heart of fears
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