The flowers are slowly dying.
Their pretty heads
starting to wilt.
If you look closely
you can almost see the eyes of them,
but only in the summer of May.
If you were here three months later,
you could have seen them in full bloom.
Their pretty heads shinnying
without the snow in their eyes.
They line up the Earth,
all in a row.
Just showing off their beautiful glow.
For years they'll bloom,
but only for you.
These are my flowers,
that I'll give forever
with snow in their eyes.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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an interesting piece dear. i'm glad to see you're still keeping up with writing...we've grown so out of reach...i miss you..things are so complicated right now...again, lovely...
kait
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