roses in the bouquet
with all that say
in a certain way
as all become grey
in the month of May.
blooming the wider ones
like every single dance
picking each having the chance
might look like there are tons
with all leaves and it all stuns.
giving them to the people in town
one by one in that will become brown
with that of a beautiful crown
when one man did frown
as the poor human sat down.
in the middle of the night
he thought about what is right
to be clear and bright
when he saw from his sight
a beautiful young lady, hold him tight.
as they both feel the sparkle
when they touch as she was a darkle
but that was just taught her in a hierarchal
because she lead the matriarchal
in her hometown, with the oligarchal.
she leaves it all behind her
to start all over, like it was a blur
to be back herself, the pure
woman she was before the cure
like her mother Fleur.
About the Creator
Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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