by Gulnar Tuli
The color is brown
no, gray and green
Your mouth: a yawning chasm
Swallow me whole,
I drown willingly
Flowers are corpses
and we steal the sky;
Let the scent soak
and color your temples
The shaft has been trampled in remembrance
Intrepid, your heart
penetrates the blues and whites
Daisies fading and blooming again
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