Hyacinths Poem by JJ Evendon

Hyacinths



The once white bell shaped flowers of hyacinth
stained, showing life does come to an end.
On a window sill overlooking springs creation
blocked by glass, no breeze touches.
Once sweet smell so attractive to me
lost amongst a bowl of oranges.

Hyacinths
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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