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Made of Flowers

For six long days she wouldn't eat,
and tears of darkness plagued her sleep
but blows the night wind wrought
by showers,
I gave her soup
made fresh from flowers.

I searched for you
but never found,
through silken skies and sullied ground
and from the deep, dark lovelorn locket
I found you hidden in my pocket.
🌿bh

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Anonymous said…
What a lovely poem and pretty picture Bella.

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