What will flowers do to spare their bodies?
What will flowers do to save their souls?
What will flowers do to the soldiers who march?
What will flowers do for the men walking with their heads held high to their last resting place?
What will flowers do to save them?
And yet the king wore on his head, not a crown of metal but a flower crown.
Pure white.
And when the battle erupted in flames that flower crown was thrown of his head and sullied.
What will flowers do for soldiers other than ease their tears?
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VIOLENT sweet RaiN
Poetry~violent, brutal, truthful, soft, honest, sad- this girl writes poetry like a violent gust of sweet spring rain. ~ Unrequited love, anger and sugar.
