In the cool of a shaded garden,
bleeding hearts hang—
delicate, tender pink drops,
swaying softly
in the winds of early May.
Each bloom a tear-shaped jewel,
their beauty, though tragic in name,
unmatched across the gardens
A symbol of sorrow,
of beauty
and of melancholy
growing from cold, dark earth
to reclaim their place in the sun
and so, bleeding hearts bloom,
not in despair, but with grace,
in all the quiet corners of the world.
About the Creator
Elizabeth
College student, writer, artist :)
I mainly write poetry, I'm currently working on compiling and publishing a book of poems themed around Spring. Any works here with the subtitle "Spring: The Anthology" will be a part of that collection.
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