Carnations Poem by Asavri Dhillon
Carnations
Rating: ★5.0
We're born,
then handed different glasses throughout,
as long as we breathe.
We fill them with emotions, actions, words, ambitions, and memories.
And then we leave those glasses half-full/half-empty,
For the people to figure us out
And for the loved ones to keep treasured.
Sunday, April 17, 2022
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5/2/2024 2:06:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A stunningly beautiful and profound poem! Loved the metaphor!
Thank you so much!