Hidden inside bushes of Mulberry.
Stands single,tall and mighty.
A Buttercup;wild,keep gazing over the sea.
All through the long street has spread its printed shadow.
Blades of spikes grass up to its stem; they grow.
Above the broad sky flies.
With the huge sea it mix and dyes.
Next to an azure void sea,the Buttercup;all lonely and cold.
Crumbling to a scar's brink,wrapped and rolled.
A sudden harsh breeze shakes it as a blowing bugle to its ear!
Flowing one of its yellow petal across the sea;very far...
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-2012
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
