AN ODE TO A PINK FLOWER
The winds howl
at the sight of the morning,
Their game of
silence broken by the light dawning,
The slippery dew
had left its tears,
On a pink flower
nobody hears.
The floral
beauty sings in beauty’s clasped hand,
Of the terror and
beauty in love’s wonderland,
Bruised by the
distance of a heart by a mile,
Beautiful
memories to make a smile.
A cleansing
laugh serenades the lonely night,
With dreams and
despair of a lovers’ light,
When lovers will
look to the empty sea,
For precious
lovers they cannot see.
The pink flower
sings of night and day,
Its soothing
voice moves words too hard to say.
But the loving
rain has sadly drifted away,
Into the mist of
what wishes allay.
The slippery dew
had left its tears,
On a pink flower
nobody hears.
For the rain is as
far as the sea,
And what it
dreams we would never see!
(c)2015 by elijah peter
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