Dead flowerA Poem by Rebecca George
Past is like a dead flower
Where rejuvenation ceased The feminine character started descending She had forgotten beauty While pain remains constant The lifeless body was we see Thought watering it, It was still in the trauma The forbidden sin carried her in that past Where people adored her But now she is a dead flower Buried under the black sand People unrecognises the beauty Beneath her Although before she attracted every one of them They touched her felt her As she grow older She lies silent Where growth turns to be deformed She was digging up the Past Where her memories flourishes her Believe that it will grow again
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