She always loved green
Loved the colour of nature
He grew to love her.
Watching her brush her
fingers through the grass,
Pluck sour strawberries,
From their stems.
Now his tears glint in the
sunlight as the tress begin to
glow
They both lie here,
Except.....
She's ten feet below.
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This poem has a serious twist at the end that hits hard in the last line. The poem turns from sensual love to that of lost love. Well done
Thank you so much
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lovely written
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