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The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

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Goodbye Roses

They bloomed bright and well

But they can’t last, I could tell

They were beautiful, and are still

They brought me joy once before, my happy pill

But now I see they’ve wilted

I look at them with my head tilted

Since you’ve left, the sun did too

And I say goodbye to the roses that came from you

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Blue Roses

Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies–
Bade me gather her blue roses.

Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.

Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.

It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest–
Roses white and red are best!

– Rudyard Kipling

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Down the Broken Road

down the broken road i walked

my eyes closed, afraid to see what lies ahead

a bolt of lightning

and the sound of rumbling thunder from afar

my faint heart trembled

and my knees shook


each step i took,

made the ground move

as if to crumble beneath my feet

now fear has enveloped me

consuming my soul


“should i press on?” i asked myself

“perhaps i should turn back”

and then i heard the roaring of a storm

i did not move

stood there frozen, shaking, trembling

afraid…oh! i was afraid


my eyes are still shut, i have not opened them

for what i heard and felt frightened me

to see it with my own eyes

would make me cower in fear


yet, curiosity got the better of me

and my eyes i opened

and what i saw was far more

than what i had imagined

the road that i was walking through,

was full of roses and tulips and gardenia

the grass so green with butterflies flying past me

up ahead was a cherry blossom

the beauty so lovely

i was in awe


there was no storm, no thunder

or lightning

the road was peaceful and the ground full of marbled stones

my troubled heart ceased and i felt at ease

there was nothing to worry

to begin with

i feared what i did not know

that is the lesson i learned

when i walked the broken road