Our love has seen how the orchids cling

 

A tear shall fall and make an ocean

And grow into a forest of rain

Then a fire shall burn a cinder twirl.

And a world shall disintegrate!

Into a cauldron of simmering, shame.

 

And our love our love shall die

Like the coals in a grate

Once more cloud of memory,

No amount of sunshine, can condensate

Or compensate.

 

Our love has seen how the orchids cling.

High in the canopy; rooftop of trees…

Our love has roots that have done the same.

Like a miraculous subterranean thing.

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for your review :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)