Flowers in November

your walking so upright
like you dont even regret
when you saw me in blight
until to my dreadful death

now you stand above me
and i was your shadow
forcing my way to sheer
and your path to follow

you moved the clouds
and hid yourself from me
with company of gods
you rained flowers on me

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