My meadow

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by dragonrider72

by dragonrider72

My meadow full of flowers;
Bright, soft, and golden.
Each holding its own secret,
That still remains unspoken.

They're all watered carefully,
Nurtured gently every day,
All holding their beauty,
In its own sorrowful way.

Don’t disturb my meadow,
Its got charm you can’t resist,
But folded under its beauty,
Is an unexpected twist.

For once a flower is plucked,
Its secret spills from the earth,
Wrecking havoc in the mind,
Upheaving all its worth.

Its once astonishing beauty,
Will turn into a ghost,
As you see all the darkness,
Unhinging from its post.