You are alike to a fine paper rose
Perfectly crafted, scarlet and snow white.
Within your eyes the paper rosebud grows
Sanguine and bright, the most beauteous sight.
A petal of white ~ A petal of red
Blend into pink as they shamelessly blush.
Colours of you, how they go to my head,
Remind me of summer, sun kissed and lush.
My paper rose crinkles, held in my palm;
So softly, gently the sound greets my ears.
Retarding my heartbeat ~ tranquilly calm,
As soft as raindrops ~ god's heavenly tears.
Flower of nature must die heretofore
Flower of paper may live evermore.
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Dear Poeter, The life of
Dear Poeter, The life of flowers is just seven days. The windy side of the man's unstable life is proving to be intertwined with flowers. The poem proves the difference between real and fake with a paper flower, through the realities of real flowers. This poem really impressed me. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations
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