Gardens

2016

 

She lies in the decomposing winter,

Her skin falling into the blades of grass,

Her eyes silken in a gray home,

Baby breath needles through her bones,

Roses caressing her cheek bones,

A golden sunflower crown decorating her head,

This is the death of beauty.

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