Love blossoms in our garden
Like a tree of paper flowers
Pinks like the evening sky
Or white like snow showersWe'll weave garlands in red
Gathering petals on a string
Stashed together in papery softness
Without any show and blingWith my hand in yours
We'll walk on the petal lined walkway
Dancing, teasing and laughing
As day turns to night and to dayI'll pick up the papery petals
Grazing them on those cheeks of you
And follow those paths closely
To trace poems with my lips tooAnd as the light of dusk kisses
The top of the paper flower tree
Your soft lips will find mine
Setting our deepest desires free🖤🖤🖤
A/N The colourful parts of a bougainvillea aren't exactly petals though. They're modified bracts 🙈
But petals appear more romantic so I called them 'petals' in the poem
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The Colours Of Us
PoetryA poetic journey of the deepest desires trapped in the heart of this solivagant - A tale of love and acceptance, of joy and sorrow, or beauty and of the thousand infinities she weaves in her head. ❤️❤️❤️ Note: The characters in this story are fictit...