Friday, March 9, 2018

The Last Bud Open Comments

Rating: 5.0

My tears were hidden in tight buds
the warmth of Spring would not release
I watched the fading of your flower
Your dying left no room for peace
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Chris Embrick
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Nudershada Cabanes 09 March 2018

Sweet in its poignancy. When we learn to accept the lost hope blooms again. Well penned 10

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Kumarmani Mahakul 09 March 2018

Day after day a new bud opened released a tear from heartache's past now in my soul, a rose-scented bower the sweetest rose to bloom the last.........loved these lines. Nice expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.

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