Wide eyed wandering, drifting through the fog
Selling dying flowers
From an oversized coat
Saw the wraith arising, beneath a hooded cloak
While selling dying flowers
In the darkness of the night
Shone upon a miracle too bright to show ‘twas fake
As you sell your dying flowers
Amongst the dead you’ll never wake
Blind eyed, staggering, believing but your ears
Still selling dying flowers,
Still fearing children’s fears
White faced awakening, ‘neath a sweat soaked paper shroud
Lying ‘midst dying flowers
In the darkness, in the ground
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Submission Name: Life
