Dead flowers
Call me,
Beckoned,
Their scent
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You sing with a poet's voice, Reshma. Your words entice, seduce, cajole. Your images are unique and true as steel. And you never say too much. Your lap of love finds the grace in melancholy. Great poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Love flowers dying...overlapping words; emotions... poem picturesquely gloomy...10
Dead red flowers beckons my bleeding feet Perhaps wants to test my determination and grit................ Good work............well penned...............
wow a poignant write......the last two lines simply touched my heart........flowers die on ur lap.....creative and powerful lines.....10+ for sure...sebastine