Plucking Petals
she plucks pink petals one by one till there none
a stark bare stem with beauty gone and empty
would that she could glue them back but it is done
and now no soft and secret silk will tempt thee
even the green, moist, straight stem bends in the sun
and there are fresh new flowers full and plenty
a vast field of flowers frilled and frenzied sought
yet only this can tell if he loves you not
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2025
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