Other nights

There was winter nights
Spent in unusual ways
With girls of older days
When flowers bloomed
In March fields
I flirted once
When the smiles were free
While Angels blew whispers
On grey smoke rings into
The colours of my mind

Devils lead me to the place
Where angels dreamt
Of lustful nights on
Beds of sharpened nails

All behind me now
Waiting for me to
Circle the border
And look them in the eye

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