Mia Persson


Buds In Winter - Poem by Mia Persson

A lifeless void to the night yet to come
My heart, a rose
Who's fate is to be picked and die in your palm
But should you ever leave it grow
Alone in the darkness
By dawn, the light will have washed away the blood red petals
And I'll have meant nothing.


Comments about Buds In Winter by Mia Persson

  • Rookie - 208 Points R.j. Wynn (5/14/2013 4:26:00 PM)

    Hot stuff, love it, keep writing. (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
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  • Bronze Star - 2,819 Points Hans Vr (5/18/2012 7:41:00 AM)

    We are all meant to be picked, Mia.
    Our beauty has to be noticed.
    Even if a single person enjoys our (inner or outer) beauty
    our life will have made a difference to this world
    that may last for an eternity.
    This poem is a very nice and very poetic expression of this giant truth.
    ('Little purple flower' on my page expresses something related) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 613 Points Sara Fielder (2/17/2012 5:56:00 PM)

    Somehow blood and roses always seem to fit together metaphorically. Another great poem Mia. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 14, 2012


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