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Purple Flowers
On the bowers
The colour made up of red and blue
A beautiful smell and Awesome hue
A colour of passion
A kind of fashion
A purple pleasure
To admire at leisure!
daises of pretty pink
lined the garden's pathways
like festive ribbons
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Summer...

the sun's intense touch
has a hard baking effect
upon the landscape

Autumn/Fall...

golden leaf tresses
festooned down the aspen's
majestic grey trunk

Winter...

night's gelid air flow
foretells of a blanket frost
covering morn's ground

Spring...

she'll be dressed in
a lively floral garment
effulgent of hues
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
•••
I write
to express
express
to confess
confess my feelings
and unspoken coalesce

I write
to overcome
Intermittent convalesce
which sometimes arises
due to emotional
sufferings & distress

I write
not to please or to impress
but for one who do not laugh
on my mistakes
and often understand
my write with acquiesce
•••
©deovrat 27.06.2020
I’m sorry I had to leave
I’m sorry you blame yourself
I’m sorry the timing just wasn’t right
I’m sorry I left you in pain
I know you feel broken inside, you just won’t admit it
Something wasn’t right, I had to go
Leaving you feeling helpless
Broken and confused
Not understanding why
Saying hello and right away goodbye
I’m sorry I had to leave
Don’t blame yourself
The time wasn’t right
But I will see you one day
When I get to look into my mothers eyes, for the first time...
Death stands at
The broken door
At despair
None to repair

Life stands still
Up the hill
Lonely the breeze
Plays at its will

To sway
And move along
The winds of change
At every bend

Stands the door
Repaired hinged
And life moves on
Clear, distilled
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