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Love
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
If love was a metaphor for flowers,
our souls would rejoice in April showers.
Foundations nurtured by amorous hands,
would prepare rainbow colours on bland lands.
Romance of spring would bloom like daffodils,
yellow, white and gold shades of zealot thrills.
Solace of tulips would soothe in fresh air,
red, orange and pink tones dancing with flair.
Lovers of the sun would worship its zeal,
as its selfless nature helps cold buds heal.
When stalks start to wilt from ardent burdens,
sow new seeds to rejuvenate gardens.
Life can be toxic, breeding weeds like hate.
To attract bees, spread nectar to ease fate.
Copyright ©
Silent One
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