Florica
Fall greets ye farewell dear Florica
Your heart and soul have spilt into your botanica
A gypsy's magic love so mystique
Your soul, profoundly unique
A wounded spirit's whisper like a melodica.
Like an Amaranth your heart echoes; Love-lies-bleeding
They did not listen to your soul's pleading
Scarlet blood trickles from your heart, mournful bride
Your garden's narrating your tale of woe as you died
We never saw your sorrow and never saw you leaving'
Emotionless eyes are gazing endlessly into eternity
A dark liquid oozing; was this a life of harmony?
Aid you summoned with broken bloody dirt-filled nails
There's one thing that surely never fails
Fulfilling vengeance, a vanity.
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