You avert your gaze from the dying plants that dared to abandon their own art,
as you brush your fingertips against the vibrancy of the earth's flowers.
I shall paint my broken heart in the lightest tint of rose.
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Author:
Laguna (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Both sad yet beautiful, the title of the poem describes this well. Indeed this is art.
In haunting metaphor you have painted images that puzzle the mind and capture the heart.
A lovely metaphor. Your poem deeply felt. Well penned Laguna.
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