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by Lost Soul Sep 21, 2012
Sadness, depression /
How our love bloomed
by the hour, like the
petals of a flower. Striking
colors, hues of gold. Planted deep
within our souls.
The romance ended that we
built, and so too did our flower wilt.
The petals now a drooping
frown, washed of color,
fades to brown.
This poem is so beautiful. <3
It actually does explain love very well.
5/5 from me (:
Nice short poem I like that you use a flower to describe how love grows and sometime wither. Nice one
I really enjoyed your analogy here. Love can always compared to like a blossoming flower and when it ends, like a wilting one. Ive always loved when that analogy is used..
As much as I thought "gold" and "brown" might be too simple of colors to describe the flower, it actually created awesome imagery and wasnt simple at all.
1 nit, second line stanza 2 should be 'too' rather than 'to'
Nice short and sweet poem, great imagery from this, you tell the tale really well.
like the drooping frown part, links nice to the overall theme of the second stanza.
Love Love Love it ....enough said :-)