Flower purple infused with white
Stripped from stem because of beauty’s sight
Stolen from its root of life
Its glory now only but awhile
The present then
Is death awaits
All promising tales.
Flower purple infused with white
Stripped from stem because of beauty’s sight
Stolen from its root of life
Its glory now only but awhile
The present then
Is death awaits
All promising tales.
Beautiful, image and words, both. So fragile is life, and love.
Beautiful… I’m so pleased to have stumbled upon your poetry – it has a wonderful melancholy and peace within it. I will be following along. 🙂