shimon weinroth

Do Flowers Die I - Poem by shimon weinroth

she droops at dawn,
dew covers the yellow crown
and black eyed core
soft arms sprouting
stretch to warm rays

bathed in light proud and arrogant
dance to the soft breeze.
hot at noon tired at dusk time
wear the cloak of folded petals,
enjoy the now, tomorrows are so few

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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