Bloom

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018

When the heads of the blooms start falling,
it's like the end of a sad story.
I don't wanna just throw her away,
she gave me joy,
the bees enjoyed her.
She was all give...and then,
silently, she slipped away.

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Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 17, 2018 at 10:27am

Another lovely poem......it's so sad seeing a lovely rose wither away......

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