Soft petals like snowflakes gently fall.
In a delicate last dance they float.
Like a final swan song before curtain call.
Exasperated by the sudden ending she wrote.
Now I know, no antidote can forestall.
Corrosion is inevitable, and compassion can be usurped by rot.
Endings are inescapable, despite gifts and forget me nots, like a petal love wilts and drops.
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Words Of Magic
A few words for an amazing creator, My Muse, and friend to us all, but this is also for all such friends ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ You Are A True Creator With Many Strings To Your Bow Another Skill Weโd Not Seen What Next We Will Never Know ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ Youโre A Weaver of Poems And A Spinner of Fine Tales Your Words Infuse Such Magic And That Magic Never Fails ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ But This All Comes At A Price But Still, You Give Us Your All You Weave Your Spells Clear And Bright True Perfection Is Your Call We Await Your Words of Gold Stories Waiting To Be Told ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ๐งพ๐ โ๏ธ
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred about 8 hours ago in Poets
Comments (3)
This is the pure beauty of flowers. Fabulous poem!๐
Endings are always inescapable. It's the sad truth. Loved your poem!
Lovely and haunting. The imagery herein is amazing.