When That Flower Wilted
on the path
one late afternoon
that wild flower wilted
its life was too short
yet it bloomed in full beauty
that noonday
no one noticed it
except the sunset
fading in pastel orange
then the world turns
into a black sky
that flower remains so true
inside my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
