“NIGHT” BY NORM SOULE
NIGHTLIGHT By Brett Nielsen
The petals dance on the moon
Scent of smog
Rock Funnels of raining gold
Gold that burns
A touch, the petal wilts
Flowers cry
The storm of gold,
Slowly devours life
Roses charred
Sheet of embers
Ablaze the night can be
Wind cradles life
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