A budding bloom nipped in the bud,
A gleaming gloom spread all around.
Piercing shriek was crushed inside,
But the news spread far and wide.
To talk was easy, but to bear the pain,
Was like revisiting the dark lane,
Again and again.
The bud doled out tears of blood ,
from all her pores.
Matter soon quietened ,
But she had still her soul left sore.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Fluent and fascinating.
big thanks for ur appreciation sir