Droping Flowers Poem by Carlos Aragao

Droping Flowers



They keep falling...
Everyday...
Is one at the floor....

So pretty, so lovable, and so short in life,
Growing with no questions,
Just the hope of shine,
A treasure, lost forever in time,

Betrayed, for no reason,
And still shining,
As a instrument of hope,
With no captain and no direction.

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Poignant, powerful, well-written.

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