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Flowers, wars and graveyards

I thought we would be
under the sun and moon.
I dreamt we would be free
like the may flower in spring.
Love promised us time,
two souls ever and ever.
You and me
holding hands without regret,
you and me
lovers banned to fantasy,
you and me
timeless like the stars.
Now she cries for us
bleeding hearts in Venus' womb
tangled in passion and pain.
You and me
strangers to the very end.
You and me
broken chords of Cupid's harp.
Now I lay flowers
on what used to breathe
and you, love,
die with half a song,
you and me
buried by the ocean floor.

by Connie Mutua

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