Nerium Oleander 7-12-16
The gardens bloomed as spring approached
constant whispers of new life
petals were warm and tender
waiting to grow into something beautiful
I saw the petals
I heard the laughter of the wind
I reached to pluck you from the ground
my hand froze
you came to me
The petals had joyous days
basking in the spring sun
butterflies landed on them instantly
the days were as sweet as nectar
My days turned silent
the laughter vanished
I reached to pluck you from the ground
my hand froze
you were gone
The petals fell on the dry soil
summer heat made them crackle
the rose whispered to the tulip
she didn't realize he was oleander
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