Every young season she blooms with allure,
and puts the others to shame.
Her aroma of spring and a feeling so pure
reinforces her graceful name.
Lovers come to her comforting side
and try out their lovers' luck.
And the dew from when the morning cried
leaves a trail of dampness that stuck.
The heat came in humid waves
that her petals would crumple and die.
They all fell down to their earthen graves
and fluttered their last goodbye.
Her beauty of glowing and saturated grace
was without a sliver of hope.
For where could she recover her thorny embrace
when the petals and dirt did elope?
No one paid her notice now her charm was gone
with her necklace of leafy pearls.
But spring came round with refinement brought on,
and she bloomed with rose petal swirls.
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
