Friday, July 5, 2019

Pink trumpet


Blushing through the tepid sunshine
Lining across the busy street
The pollution,the crowd only makes us whine
While this fragile flower basks in the heat
She smiles through the clogged air
In hues and flashes of flesh does she display her splendour
For the world she has the radiance to bare
She rests on the branches tall and slender
She is a treat to the passerby’s eyes
She remains out of reach all above
Set against the azure skies
She gently dances to windy whispers of the arid air
When her time is up,she floats across the fluff of clouds
Swishing the space to the ground
Gently she lands without a thud
To form a carpet Of cottony fluff on the mud.

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