A single rose blooms in the spring shine Radiant red radial petal ring Entices every child Entices every bee Until those petals shrivel so dry Until those petals wither and die Bleeding pigment of crimson tide Into dawn of polluted skies Decaying green leaves Decaying tonight.
Arid wastelands and bloody seas Grit and dust chaotic in the breeze Bones crushed to ash with marvelous might Veins of leaves are parched rock streams Are desolate valleys Unslakened flies Feast on decomposing peat Feast on decomposing life.
Radiant pink radial petal ring Loses luster gleam The leaves cry yet the dew droplets dry Draining away in the light The spring shine so bright Bleeding hues of swine skinned sheen Into dirt and nutrient drink Decaying gold leaves Decaying of height Falling downside And petals wilting Lower the brown head and raise white Until those petals quiver so shy Until those petals curl up beneath the darkening sky.
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I go around and I come back From the old city streets The lights that are still on Those were the nights I remembered How he told me tales Old photo gallery Unregistered memory lanes I walk around and I come back The aroma of the lily About the one I heard from him I still wandered to find one That was the bench he sat He painted the petals Yellow green and gold leaves But I think he told me once How much he adored lavenders I walk straight to the stall Stall that sell hats I buy one and I come back He wrote stories of lives Hat maker's was among his favorites I run into the bar and I come back 90s old and not so popular song He played guitar at the right corner Which he claimed he did sing it for me Only once, now and never again.. I uncover I read and I close Now the winter is near It was last year's December Love overflowed in his letter I love and I unlove I miss being loved. @anushadharmadhikari #loveandunlove #mirakee #writersnetwork #nightthoughts #justimaginations #petals #hats #oldcitylights