April 27th, 2016
Like the first flower of spring,
she beautifully bloomed.
She brought happiness to my heart
and erased all gloom.
She was given much water,
much soil and sunlight!
Given all that she wanted,
she was treated just right.
But as time went by,
the flower withered away.
For the time we spent together
would be remembered to this day.
Her petals receded,
as did her glorious scent.
Our times spent together
had been rather descent.
From that day, I chose not
to pick yet another flower.
There'd been no place of joy,
not even in a bower.
I learned from her death
both misery and strife,
for death is no choice;
Death is Life.
Google the word "bower". Something like a meadow, I think.
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Reaper's Plague
PoesíaSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
