Poems Of Love Hate Pain And More (Part 2)

Broken Petals

In fields of sorrow, broken roses weep,
Their vibrant petals now wilted, died,
Once vibrant blooms now buried deep,
In mourning for the beauty lost, denied.

The fragrant scent of love has fled,
Leaving only thorns to pierce the heart,
In grief, the roses bow their head,
A requiem for their beauty torn apart.

Yet in their death, a lesson learned,
For even in decay, a beauty lingers,
In every petal, a story yearned,
A legacy of love that still lingers.

So let us cherish what we have today,
For even broken roses have their say.

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