FLOWERS THAT GREW, by Qween

Qween

FLOWERS THAT GREW

Dazzling colours

In the Sicilian meadows

That blossoms

Perfect in form

Royal purple and crimson

One morning

A hand

Pluck the land

And the cloud descended

A terrible sound,

Then the earth

Cleft open......

—Qween

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