The Flowers
The flowers I had brought
Whisper the story of our love,
fading into the hazy surroundings.
The day long wait crumbled,
Hope melted at the western horizon
Forgiveness floundered at the altar of ego.
One last promise
Lay crumpled before me,
as I walked home with weary steps.
I left the flowers on our grave,
On the parapet that stood witness
to innocent passion and fiery flames.
The mirage drifted away.
A canopy of clouds
Guided my way.
© Balroop Singh
Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration – #Whatdoyousee –288
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