Amaranthine

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The tiny stem of a common plant
Its leaves as green as the morning grass
Its petals blossoming into the sky
Its beauty captivating he who sees

A soul wandering in the world
Trips over to find merely a stick
Bends a little to pick up and see
Another trapped soul fading to grey

Each life in every flower
One by one struggling for revival
Immortal, undying, eternal beauty
Amaranthine are those flowers

And at last he had found her
She wore flowers in her hair
And carried mysteries in her eyes
She spoke to none and loved the Sun

Her eyes were daisies
Dancing in the morning Sun
Her words were buttercups
Light and fragile

He knew he had found his rose
He knew he had found his amaranthine
She felt herself fading slowly
Just the way weeds do

Little did she know
That weeds were just unloved flowers
Little did she know
He was her Sun. 

Comments

  1. Unknown17 November 2019 at 00:45

    Love the relation between sun and true love and the phrase when you said he found his rose and the use of nature as Ur metaphors gave a clear depiction and at this point I don't know what I'm saying anymore so bye go study talk to u after the 30th

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  2. Unknown17 November 2019 at 09:19

    Saaptiya dei

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