Death flowers
I do not need a row of death flowers
to show me the way of meteor showers.
Our love made a mess that turned into madness,
Forgive us, child. You were born into sadness.
Yet of the ashes you grew in the cold,
and look at you now, so dearing and bold.
Forget the worries like an old post.
Don't even wonder , we loved you the most.
Yet good or bad, we called it even.
May hardship and loss all be forgiven!
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