Soft impish lips
Caressed the maroon petals
With a delicate stroke
The guileless flower quivered
Warm breath tickled the stems
Never wary of the thorns attached
They crooned of sweet delights
Besotted hearts swayed carelessly under the starry night
For they had yet to meet the fate
Of vitality being stolen away
By Greed's rapturous desire
To lock the flower within their cage
Until their essence slowly wilts away
11/09/21
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Her Obscure Waters
PoetryLife is never easy.. it is a beautifully messy, chaotic whirlwind of exhilarating disaster. At times, it is difficult to express everything into words. However, there are other instances, when the trickle of the stream turns into a raging waterfall...
