Chrysanthemum Blue

Sun-dried tomatoes
And I love the texture of your lips
Cracked
As I taste the frailty of your days

Owl in hiding
And I sing you to sleep in the field
Thorns
As I pick through your fallen hair

Black Tourmaline
And I hope these gems will heal you
Chrysanthemum Blue
As I place flowers by your grave

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