Tears on Flowers

The warm eclipse sun

The delightful aroma of banana bun

I searched my smoking gun

What a blessing to feel burn

My Carnation, My barren land

My Marigold died, I screamed so loud

My open wound went around

Living in his head, applauded. 

A blank slate, mark on my neck

My brown eyes, she cried in his back, 

Diving deeper to the lake