chris1324

Chrysanthemums



Blossoming in the field of wheat

at the edge. They were thrown out

unwanted lovers gifts. I get in the car

then from nothing but decay they grew

resurrecting life. Curtailing the bland air

of a dreary town.

  • Author: chris1324 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2022 21:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: written while i lived in terraced house in urban area of a bleak northern town.
  • Category: Love
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