The magic of its beauty
Sadness of its purpose
Clashing now together
While thrown onto the coffin's surface.
That morning just a flower
Swaying peacefully in the breeze
Now in your hands a goodbye
To allow the pain to ease
As you set it down
Tears streaming down your face
Saying goodbye to the loved one
Knowing they are in a better place
One simple rose
Seeming so insignificant to the world
Crying as its existence comes to an end
Yearning for its story to be told
Its short lived life ending so fast
Living for its purpose as a symbol of goodbye
Covered with its eternal bed of soil
And there forever it will lie.
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
