graveyard gardens

Dank and dreary, never weary to a Goths mind-set

Graveyard yearning, never discerning little gardens kept

Black with roses, and purple posies, little shades of night

Bring them to me, and I’ll let you see, my face in upturned delight

© Tina Cousins 2013

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