The Flowers Haven'T Withered

THE FLOWERS HAVEN'T WITHERED
The journey began at the source of the river called youth, it meandered in all directions from the north to the south. We floated together holding each other’s hands so firmly in the torrents and across wastelands but never felt lonely. At dreamy dawn when we see in the sky the sunburst hue our vibrant love designs in our hearts colored tapestry new. The river is flowing in sluggish serenity toward the senile sea, embracing each other the sunset there we’re waiting to see. We’ve seen our love bloom in elegance in the valley of flower, the gleam of the blossom lasts to this day in the twilight hour. Near the journey’s end as I give you a bunch of these flowers, they haven’t withered you’ll find after forty seven summers.
September 9, 2018
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Marcum Wong Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 10:43 PM
How wonderful you have been married so long Subimal! Congratulations on your marriage and on your win with this lovely entry! : )
Sinha-Roy Avatar
October 1, 2018 at 2:07 AM
Thank you, Connie for for appreciation.
Allison Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:38 PM
what beautiful couplets subimal I especially love the 5th couplet:-) hugs Jan xx
Sinha-Roy Avatar
October 1, 2018 at 2:06 AM
Thank you so much, Jan.
Faulkner Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 4:01 PM
'They haven't withered . . after forty seven summers,' such an eloquent end to an eloquent poem, congratulations and thank you for entering my contest!
Sinha-Roy Avatar
October 1, 2018 at 2:06 AM
Thank you. Michelle for the placement.
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