“Flowers will bloom again…”
Two trembling rosebuds trickled…
And the rest is…they say life…
Murky days hailed winter evermore
For the Virgin Island spawned cold,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, inane dreams linger on…
The silver lining goblet never died
All night long,
…throughout the night undead…
Undead were dreams…
And then dead…
Some inane words born,
Awaited the unseen dawn,
Preached some unforgiven and gone.
Undead be the footprints now,
Inane be the silver lining goblet,
For the Virgin Island hailed the unforgiven,
Smoldered all for none could see,
In pretence, tears linger on…
Flowers did bloom again (but somewhere else)…
A rose thrown there will tell a story,
And the rest will be…they say life…
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great going! ur poetry really moved me. keep writing such great stuff. nd thanks for ur wishes.
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