Death of a Flower

Bid to unfold

The bud turned to blade

The flower was cut

No petals were saved

She grew into herself 

The girl with no name

Though cold to the touch

She is quick to awake

Child at heart 

She stops just to start

And longs for the chance

To love and to dance

Flowers are fingers

To live is to linger

And death is a friend

Who's come once again

◄ Graveyard Trees

Ocean and the key ►


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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Wed 14th Nov 2018 19:34

Thanks to you both!

Big Sal

Tue 13th Nov 2018 11:07

Great title. You also carried the theme well into philosophical territory for which it may never return.

Well done piece.?

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Douglas MacGowan

Tue 13th Nov 2018 01:20

Wow, I wasn’t expecting that ending. Well done.

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