Little “deaths”

a prose from flowers to lost connections

Little flower falling on the ground,

Its petals spread all around,

It’s a little hyacinth; lightly purple,

They reminded of someone else; not eternal.

I could almost feel their love,

When the petal landed above.

“It’s not a big deal”, some say,

But it gives me hope that I’ll see you another day.

Small gestures but you feel close,

I’ll surely make your notes.

Author's Note

indirect poetry is fun to write

Reviews

[living lavender]

with each petal.
hope stays alive.
{this fun write was fun to read}

[Medha]

crisp and perfect interpretation..

[Dave Brown]

hope springs eternal

[Medha]

crisp and fresh meaning of the literary, thanks!!