the fragrance of flowers
gently touched
by the cemetery breeze
celebrate the silence
of life being released
the colors of nature
gather around
that piece of earth
cradling every moment
of time since birth
dark figures fade out
with memories
replaying in their heads
as the day ends, yet again
death is fed
Philipos
Mon 6th Apr 2020 14:57
A difficult one to talk about but very well put. ?
A fantastically appropriate piece for these times we are all currently going through Nitya. I like the way you've arranged this poem. It's an insightful contemplation of nature & fragility of life.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 6th Apr 2020 15:38
IMO - a touch of splendour in thoughts beautifully considered and words artfully expressed.