Thorns And Petals Poem by Nero CaroZiv
Thorns And Petals
A green sepal that warps and holds the petal,
And those thorns that pricked my limbs
Upon a common summer's morn
As I walked to school on the hill
And cluster of dew and early morning buzz of a bee or two
A desert breeze caresses the face;
A caper of birds in the trees
All these scenes haunt and play witchcraft on me!
Early morning buzz of a bee or two plays witchcraft..interesting musings..thanks for sharing
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5/5/2024 4:22:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very interesting poem on childhood memory with a green sepal that warps and holds the petal, And those thorns that pricked my limbs. Expressive entirely and nice sharing really.10