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Bouquet

A bouquet of Love
Four fists full of Hate
One lilac bright dove
Two hawks at the gate

Lightning soft feathers
Winding winds sing with fire
Open minds bring desire
Riding the weathers

Waiting with breath
Held in trees
Living frees
Dying from Death

Two hawks at the gate
One lilac bright dove
Four fists full of Hate
A bouquet of Love



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Written on 2016-03-03 at 00:04

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