Rose Meadow
Golden brooch on a red silk robe
The goldfinch sits in a rose meadow
In the shamrock, azure, carmine land
She comes to mourn a loved one’s death
Amid beauty of the peerless form
A dreadful dead march is sung.
Meanwhile, the rose bud grows into bloom
The twilight sky is an ever-changing hue.
19th April 2023
Contest: Rose Meadow
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Copyright © Akanksha Ayantika | Year Posted 2023
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