Francisco Lopez Poet Free verse

The Maiden Or An Oriental Poem

She would keep her tears in a crystal and silver perfumer, 
along with jasmin and rose water.

Whenever she assisted weddings,
she was perfumed with a few drops.

Drops of grief disguised as joy.
Drops of virginal scent perfume; 
but in fact, tears spilled.

By the luck of the bride
by her own luck.

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 24, 2019 at 10:29 AM Hello Franciso, I will be reading more of your poerty. Because the one you wanted me to read is well written. Have a nice day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu May 24, 2019 at 10:07 AM Hello Francisco, you have done a great job creating this poem. I like it and I think that you should publish this poem.You know as I read this poem, i can picture her doing this scene. So beautifully written, my friend. have a nice day my friend.