Evergreen Love never bows – to flowers from vixens. Poised by the warmth of two hearts; fighting gossip with kindness. It walks on trust between two souls- tracked by wolves lost to its fragrance!
With honesty, it sheds greedy tendencies- like petals varying in colors with times. Realizing dreams in experience- Make its calyx swell to receive joys. Re-routing souls deserted by conducts; not worth flattery or making enemies. Unafraid of getting wet; it drops euphemisms- Of humility like dew watering diplomacies. Swaying with friendship winds like stems- It perfects the dance of unpleasant trials.
When one wilts another buds- that’s the rule no matter how crass! Though winter may soil its stamens- with conviction; but not its pistils. Omens of closure bring published summers- Sooner or later to coffins and meadows. Only there and then, bliss- Can go and come both ways!
Giving and receiving is bright when all the flowers make delight to brighten all the days sent in so many ways bouquets are rolled in different colours trailed with dressing of pink bows Hyacinths and Roses makes the most of
(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on
Do not be a stranger come on and write. Your poems like flowers in the garden of life. When you are gone there is no sunshine around. So please be here because you are a wonderful scribe. Your words are
Right in the lap of dark blue hills With backdrop of snow capped peaks Blooms this fascinating garden Reflecting vibrance of Nature The mystique of flowery abundance Wraps the landscape in a charm With colors alluring and bright And sweet
She was a star amidst the gloom her smile was like a shining boon So swarthy and scruffy nevertheless, her heart was fluffy. I grin when I recall her beauty, A fugitive being, who fought till end.. But destiny had