Yes! We are the most sort after flowers
there are. White, yellow, red, and purple
the star. Roses are red, violets are blue -
I'm sending these flowers, because I love
You.
What a wonderful gift! The smiles and
tears, may these roses last for many
years.
As days go by, the roses cry. We have
lost our zest and moments best. Put
aside in a corner, then dumped in a can.
We've lost our splendor - can't understand.
We gave cheer and happiness, now left
In the dark.
We have been abandoned because we've
lost our spark. To the next generation of
roses that are bought, don't be caught in
this trap for your fate has been bought.
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
Offline) - Published: October 1st, 2021 09:06
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
I like to think flowers should stay where they are .. on the grass . I liked your poem/ Short story .
But they are still flowers even if they have lost their spark .. just like a person who’s happy and who then feels sad and alone
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