Poem 84 : The Fallen Petal
The Fallen Petal - T ABRAHAM
The garden of this world,
With all it's flowers,
Flowers of different races,
Flowers of different tribes,
Some dark and some fair,
Thorns are there,
To make you bleed,
Fragrance is there,
To make you smile,
These fragrant flowers,
Always lose their petal,
This one petal is unique,
This petal holds this flower,
So does true love holds me,
But this departs away soon,
Just as I like it,
So does God took it away.
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