I saw no clover, but an orchid flower,
Whiter than the snow.
The pollens flutter, in a sugar shower,
Tickling the rosebud rows.
The sky painted, in faint memories,
Blue and white and gold,
The wind that smells, of gone greeneries
The roots she failed to hold.
The flower sheds away,
The last pollen,
A milk drop against the brown.
The western winds, swept her far,
Her orchard becomes a dot.
She hangs down, from a sturdy oak,
The new soil as her next perfume.
She looks down, at dangling roots,
Roots hugging all storms
Then I gazed, at my own legs,
Planted away from home,
The orchid smiles, mirrors my tears
Aren't we twinned in soul?
- Thanushi Mallikarachchi-
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Reflections
PoetryI am a poet. An amateur. But I try to reflect what I have seen in this world through my own words. Join me to tread along the path of my wandering thoughts. Let us hope that it will lead to a beautiful destination.💜️
