Weeds Poem by Aminath Neena

Weeds



Weeds
whisper
unheard hellos
over
frolicking
meadows
beautiful mellows
in sunset yellows
green and purple
lamenting widows
later to form empty hollows
streaks of whites and blues
destined to disperse as echoes
their song of sorrows
unsung
and follows
new generations
of seeds in shadows

Sunday, January 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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