Dusk dawns upon
Every living soul
Victims of the night
And springs sickly call
The daffodils in the wind
The stars of the night
The merry spring lambs
Make a loving sight
No one hears the whispers
Of the deadly night
Death replaced with flowers
Blood replaced with wine
No one hears the silent whispers
From nature divine
YOU ARE READING
Poetry <3
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