the bouquet of love soured, on your departure day
the coldest ever eyes were present, on your departure day
the bloom of spring's glory, lost its divine array
streaming tears flowed, sorrowful twas the day
withered, spent, finished, were the petals of May
joy's bliss in your arm's, faded into greyest shade of day
our union diminished in the pollen cup, most awful was the display
all tender feelings vanished, never could it be a lovely day
a sad wind blows on our floral tomb, sweet love lies in decay
nothing but nothing remains, what a melancholy day
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
the bouquet of love soured, on your departure day
the coldest ever eyes were present, on your departure day
the bloom of spring's glory, lost its divine array
streaming tears flowed, sorrowful twas the day
withered, spent, finished, were the petals of May
joy's bliss in your arm's, faded into greyest shade of day
our union diminished in the pollen cup, most awful was the display
all tender feelings vanished, never could it be a lovely day
a sad wind blows on our floral tomb, sweet love lies in decay
nothing but nothing remains, what a melancholy day
Should anyone who has knowledge of the Ghazal format of poetry read this piece...please feel free to critique it. Cheers, Elizabeth.
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