Lost Poem by Israh Sadan
Lost
Bloody Petals
In my palm
I had promised
You no harm.
What a pretty flower
Plucked too soon
Born at dawn and
Dead by noon.
My pretty bud with
a crimson smile
You nearly bloomed
For a while.
These petals I place
on your grave
Little innocent life
I couldn't save.
flowers are no where, petals r dead, but fragrance which u had from them, is everlasting...
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4/19/2024 9:14:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I lost a little angel the day she was born as well, wow, no wonder I can relate to your poetry.