I'm a plucked
pink perianth,
unfrequented and solitary,
lonely by the keyboard,
waiting to be typed
into a death poem.
when a shiver of light
touches me it reminds
of gold, the honey,
the things I used to crave,
but I guess fate resides
in someone's fingers.
Pink Perianth
Authur Michael Tupu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/12/2022
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Poem topics: death, fate, light, lonely, pink, honey, keyboard, gold, guess, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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