If I choose a dying star
and share its stellar light
for in my eyes tiny beams
I am reflecting light right back.
If I write of the single blade
of wilted browning grass
or fields of flowers rain forgot
dried in heat soaked bath.
If I sing of broken wings
or souls that find no rest
to me these are the lovely things
and I hug them to my breast.
As the fragrant petals fall
I stoop to kiss the stem;
if I love the barren things
then I am one of them.
A wonderful and thought provoking poem. The last stanza is the heartbeat of this well crafted write. Yes, the love and care we showed to anything speaks of what we are.10+++
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As the fragrant petals fall I stoop to kiss the stem; if I love the barren things then I am one of them.......touching expression with nice theme. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10