Wild flowers ran along the rivers
of the night sky where its bushes
bleed its deep blood-red petals
in the scent of red roses.
Red roses unfurled bright fires
by the footsteps of the dead,
embers bleed in candlelight
orange as it fades into the night.
Smoke burned from the tears
of the solemn voices of souls
that lined the horizon, beaten
to bleed in deep silence.
Wild flowers sang in faint fires
behind the clouds of chaos
where it petals rained at night
and bleed the stars before dawn.
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