Lost Flowers


A kingdom for a broken heart

A dark unfathom’d mystery

A dream – a spell upon my soul

To distant spheres, highest stars

Gardens of the unforgiven

With madness and dispair

Grief that hangs her head

Like a deep red rose – while gulit cry’s

Pretty tears – that keeps

From the dreamer the moonbeam way

In a dreamy sleep

The sound of rain

The sigh of your kisses

With half closed eyes

The breath of those kisses

O craving heart, lonely like me

Who calls you now, from your dreaming

That lull’d you to rest

Darkness – it cometh, and it brings

The lost flowers

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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