They spread layers
Of bloom
Like a billowing
Skirt
But only
When black
Strokes their
Leaves
Popping
Their color
To only the stars
Dangling above
But why
I ask
With such beauty
In flowing dresses
Would you hide
In the folds
Of night
Of bloom
Like a billowing
Skirt
But only
When black
Strokes their
Leaves
Popping
Their color
To only the stars
Dangling above
But why
I ask
With such beauty
In flowing dresses
Would you hide
In the folds
Of night
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