Do you have some blossoms?
Those of mine have withered.
Crushed before time, three in a line -
their once sweet tongues have bittered.
Oh, it was but a cruel design;
the symbol of endurance, so painfully sublime.
Persevering and persistent, bearing every ravage
Yet amidst chaos, their liberating fragrance did emanate.
Unprotected innocence, the promise of love.
Trust so profound, gratifying as the dove.
The failure more prominent, when undying faith
was ruthlessly butchered at the hands of hate.
Do you have some blossoms?
All of mine were killed.
I may not have been the murderer,
but I'm certainly dying of guilt.
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Flowers are the symbols of naive endurance. Their power of trust and love surpasses the innocence of the world.
They know how to spread goodness in spite of being exploited mercilessly. The faith that they put in you when they look up at you and allow you to handle them, kills you, if broken.
Flowers, they are the sweetest revenge-takers. Just try hurting them once. They wont hurt you with hate but will kill you with love.
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Author notes:
(1) This poem is in context to the contest #marchhasmilestones by WP_Poetry.
(2) A very big thanks to @CrazyButSweetReader for letting me know about this contest and encouraging me to participate. You are a darling.
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The literature is open to criticism. Apologies for hurting any sentiments.
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Loads of love,
TheRuthlessLover
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