My saffron petals are dull with grief,
my leaves droop from cruel neglect and hate.
I'm treated as a dauntless thief,
who steals the countryside and soil away.
I may be fertile and impetuous.
Always my sunset head rises amongst the green.
Other flowers may be mellifluous
but they steal the love from me.
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Poetry and Lamentations
PoetrySome poems about nature and serene landscapes. I would call it an anthology. However, some poems are Lamentations so therefore, may be quite despairing and upsetting.
