Poem -
Spring Mortality
Infidelity
I'm not ready to pale...
you disturbed me from
the Winter Frost..with
promise of dances in the warm..
enchanting evening
primrose perfume.., now I turn to fail,
grow weaker by the hour,
and all the time in the
shade of the next Sun flower
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Comments
I have read this a few times. Am I right in thinking that this is about a flower?
I've just altered it, as It was brewing in my mind...its about a spring flower, it's also about men who play with flowers and cast them aside
I've just altered it, yes it's about a spring flower brought to life then dying, also about men who play with flowers and toss them on the compost heap..xx
This is a very clever little write. Yes they are always eying up the next flower for the picking
I guess some women are the same..they combine relationship rotas..I hate people like that, they're not serious..just litter pickers..