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There will now be a short Intermission.
Our Sales Staff will be in all parts of my Webpage selling: Chock Ices , Soft drinks and Pop Corn.
There’s a flower that is buried in a grave nearby,
And She was beauty of face,
And Soulful of eye.
For in Youth She did bloom and put Sun to her fields,
The memory of such is the warmth that I feel.
She outshone all her like,
Made them simple and plain,
And dawns precious light,
After Nights sodden-rain.
How like a flower so rare that the Earth never knew,
As she captured my all, My very Soul that she drew.
Her Perennial-Petals were the Blossom of days,
And radiant colours of graceful ways.
For there is a flower that is buried in a grave near by-
And my Heart will remember her Love till I die.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
I love the metaphor in this poem, it blooms fresh. So nicely written with a mood consistent with the topic and meter that is somber but leaves a good feel for the rhyme. This is a little gem that deserves a fave.
To tell the truth ; wasn’t to sure of this Poem, didn’t know if to Publish it. So thank you for your Comment and Fave.
An image and movement that is worthy of meditation and enjoyment 🙏🏻🕊
As I said above, not sure on this one. But then is the Poet the best Judge of their Work; or the Reader? Thank you.
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