Trampled upon, they were
Must've been maybe four or five
The colour of the sky when the sun descends
A sunset glow of rich and vivid hues
They were actually tinged pink
But something about them
Ethereal
Maybe the dark contrasting background
Concrete, cold and rough
Made them seem so magical?
Indeed, they were soft
Not that I'd touched them
For they were delicate things
Scattered upon the pavement
Careless, the one who had done this
The recipient would've surely missed
These
Things called 'petals'.
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Thought it was time to update with a new poem :D Hopefully you enjoy reading it!
~WF
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Save Our Souls and other poems
PoezjaA collection of WhisperFlora's poems. (pssst that's me!) It's a collection, so I'll add more to it. And there'll be a range of poems - some are light and fun to read while others...Well, why don't you see for yourself? Copyright 2014-2019
