Flowers in full bloom
Along the twilight western shore
The pink, the blue, the green
I breathe to the rhythm of the waves
Sand across my fingertips
On skin darkened by the sun
Light beige against deep brown
The breeze blows them away
The distant gold orb
That sinks beneath the ocean floor
Leaves in its wake, the skies ablaze
A fitting day’s demise
The heavy scent, it fills my mind
Of freshness and decay
The flowers on this western shore
And blackened rotting corpses
I’ve shed my tears and said my words
A sermon for the sun
I’ve paid my dues for crimes long gone
The world awaits its turn
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