A dried flower
Added 2024-09-19 07:00:01 +0000 UTC
how can you touch me
when I can't touch myself?
how do you feel my presence,
when I've been feeling nothing.
a dried flower,
losing its scent,
trying to keep its color,
my essence is beautiful, hauntingly,
the kind of beauty you look at and say
'how beautifully sad'
something enigmatic to hold
yet very simple to feel
a dried flower,
losing its charm
keeping its forever calm,
for forever now.
what would you call it?
tragic or beautiful
when something once alive,
ends up being a bookmark.
Pictures made by Zhes
Poem published by Saumya
Comments
I’m happy that you like it.
Luci De Argento
2024-11-04 10:35:09 +0000 UTCBeautiful poem.
Kiki Mator
2024-10-29 09:27:08 +0000 UTC
