The season has come to an end.
All the pretty petals are blown around the bend.
To you, all my love I will send.
Until your heart is well on the mend.
(By ME… Why I don’t write my own poetry for my posts)
The season has come to an end.
All the pretty petals are blown around the bend.
To you, all my love I will send.
Until your heart is well on the mend.
(By ME… Why I don’t write my own poetry for my posts)
HA! Well, of all the flowers I’ve ever loved before, this is one of my favorites, so you picked it well. 🙂
i think i remember you mentioning that you had these in your neck of the woods… they are very pretty!
All the ground around our house is flooded with flowers. It seems that each one I look at is my favourite.
🙂 well, if you are one to talk to your plants, i’m sure they would love to hear that! <3
awh, i like this so much, elaine
your poetry is lovely and the desaturation and hues are perfect
awww, sweetie, you’re so good to me <3
Keep writing. Let it flow.
yeah i could write a poetry book! world’s most shit haiku
🙂