poetry

Love…

TulipBrook

The course of this love,

Is all creases and curves,

Where the folds hide coyly,

The secrets of the bud,

And

The blooming pain,

Of its magical transformation,

To a charming pink rose.

And

Reveal with aplomb,

It’s silky countenance.

Yet concealing it’s scars,

And an unsaid pain,

Of a short existence,

Diffused in it’s ecstatic fragrance,

Making lovers wonder,

What stays in love?

And

What fades away?

love: pain: rose

Published by TulipBrook

Here, on this earth, as a human, in search of the divine. Deciphering life's purpose through the master's design. Which in itself in an unsolved labyrinthine. Unraveling the right path, through an incidental hint, or a situational sign. Pure poetry, nothing else. If you wish to enhance the beauty of life through words- Read, listen, or see my poetic creations. An interactive, and lively platform, with loads of poetic information, learnt in a playful manner. After all, life's a play !!!

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