Fallen Flowers© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Fallen flowers start to fade,
on the grass, beneath the trees;
Wilting slowly, in the shade,
like forgotten memories.

Withered with a wrecking wrath,
Trodden on to waste away;
Lying on a lonely path,
Bittersweet bruised bouquet.

And so I pick these flowers
that once sparkled in full bloom;
that flourished in sweet bowers,
sharing a fragrant perfume.

These offerings, I place, at a wayside shrine,
to mingle with the memories, that once were yours and mine.
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