A poem on how our beloved ones leave us.
It has spread its fragrance profound, the flower
Bestowed itself away,made the happy hour
the sharing, with its petals caring,
to wither, to drop off today.
It could have seen more days
yes, more days we wished to show
grateful for its love, as we
were nurtured by its benevolent glow.
But time decimates
its life arrests
our sorrows deep, too deep to throw
our tantrums, too overt,
to express the feelings embedded.
So we walk the sorrow,
live the grief
With our pails full, through life we go.
Wreathes from the florist
now ring the flower
To enfold the memories
of that happy hour.
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this poem is a true classic from all angles. you have excelled yourself and shown what a beautifully talented poet you are. very very nice poem indeed. thanks very much for creating and sharing it. 
Nice
i can feel the poem, and its very sad 
It’s a beautiful poem.
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