Night Flowers
A night sky filled with perfume and hope
As blossoms and flowers pour out their scent
And tiny moth feet desperately grope
A night sky filled. With perfume – and hope
As the moths dodge the death of spidery rope
To deposit pollen currency, to spend every cent
A night sky filled – with perfume and hope
As dawn tears the sky, and the horizon is rent
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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