It’s petals laying crossways,
My grandmother always said,
Notice their ruffled beauty,
Across the body, throughout her head.
The heart will lead us,
Paths rarely fond easy, and
With moments of dread.
However, trust
You’ll make it through,
The alternative is dead.


27 thoughts on “Experience

  1. This is why you’re a real poetess, Miss A. — you have a lovely way of expressing deep feelings that every single one of us can relate to. Well done!

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