Sunday, April 9, 2017

poetry in nature

words cannot capture such beauty,
those who write find themselves speechless,
tongue -tied, wordless.
how can a pattern of red splashed across white,
six stamen of indescribable color capture
a fading tulip, petals ready to fall to the 
I only know they will fall during 
the night.
this is all I know.

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