๐ŸŒบ ๐ŸŒน Tales For My Flowers ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ Read Count : 74

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Latest petals on new stalk
You wannabe the hottest talk 
And true you colours torch the town
But One day from your lane walk down 
This same old earth you proudly sprout
For the true taste of fates in wait

And today while your sepals stand
Be kind to those green weeds they prune 
For  townsfolks age  and  voices fade
Leaving those tendrils creepy and green
And the coldest of winds in town
As our true last enduring guests

Stalks once fleshy
Look down shy
When sepals tired  Slump down cold
Petals out then tear and wilt
As Colours bright start taking fright 
From scum on Grey walls dump and cold

In such times we olden stalks
Once supple tall and just as proud
Refuse to sway with winds so cold
Hung on tight close to our necks
And between yawns 
And count of pains
Narrate our tales 
All to the wind
As situ sets



  • Feb 26, 2022

  • Murith Joe

    Murith Joe

    thanks Huseyn

    Mar 07, 2022

  • Nice

    Mar 18, 2022

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