The Flowers Of May Poem by Madhavi Grace

The Flowers Of May



There was a time
when they would sway
with elegance and pride
the flowers of May

sad and shrivelled
on your coffin lay
they are with you
the flowers of May

Their master no more
they sing a sad song
and go along............

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