Burning Florist
I came with flowers, with hopes and love inside, but never knew to a florist, i was gifting — to a florist, who was burning her own flowers, and ashes settled on my bower.
is now gone
and all left is a smile
that's gonna persist for a whole while
The face that I always gazed upon
is now gone
taking away all the shine
and all left is a broken heart of mine
The face that made me perfect
is now gone
leaving a defect
The face that always motivated me
He, who cultivated me
is now gone leaving the crop for bugs to eat
Oh! the life is so sweet
Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteamazing buddy ❤
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