Pain, and buttercups

May 19, 2018

 

She lies
within a field
               a flatness, to her verse
she exhales.. bitter cool
celestial, her prose.

Her recipe
of Stars, en masse
some pain,
     and buttercups

poetry...
means living free, or die.

It's how her words.. survive 

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