Glass Flowers

by Amberinaa   Mar 10, 2008


Roses wither, dry and crumble.
Love cannot be captured with death.
A bouquet of glass flowers will never wither away.
Loving him, tell the very last day.

Perfection, twinkled in the translucent petals.
But, not even glass can keep death.
Red cuts, jagged edges, lying on the ground.
Sometimes even glass flowers wither away.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Raychil

    I loved this poem. It was so beautiful and had such a deep meaning. It was amazing, beautiful.
    <3Rach

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