My flower dreams
The weird and wonderful created blooms
My flower dreams
Purple swirls bleed behind tall red flames,
grassy leaves sway in a silent rhythm,
I breathe in deep — the flowers call,
their scent pulls me into a quiet trance.
A figure appears, strange and still,
his eyes ask softly, “Would you like to dance?”
The world bends slow, colors twist,
I step forward thinking who and what is this?
The red blooms pulse beneath our feet,
the purple haze wraps tight around my mind,
we move like shadows, strange and free,
lost inside this painted reverie.
No words needed, only the sway,
the strange man smiles, and time drifts away.
Soon he’s gone, the flowers wilted,
by a strange fellow, I think I just be jilted.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Such a beautiful flower and interesting poem.
Loved it.
really Nice
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