To Nymph Florence Welch
Florence, Flower,
Where is mysticism? Where is the ghost?
Where is , what the water gave you?!
Where are you - "Alone", the one that was deserted.
Well, there's A Crowd around,
it's cut into your very word.
Falling, there is you!
And now , your camp has moved to the foreign lands.
Oh, I see something has enveloped your flow.
Fight him!
Come back! To our wild forest.
Don 't give yourself away .
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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