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The Wilting Bouquet

In thy clearing laden with lavender

Decays lonely my heart in your basket

My fresh crimson blood marks this calendar

Of the day you stole my priceless casket.


Sweet breeze ruffles thy locks, dreamy caress

Yet your love is dark wine, never plenty

Eyes wander far, yet your hand shan't digress

Roses in my quarters from your gentry.


Poppies praise your lust for aimless conquest

I too wish my sword through thy beating heart

Ballroom dancing, your hands on my back rest

I wish I never played this princess part.


Pray me a sunflower, void of your sun

This poison pull a drug, to which I run.

Written by Ammarah Siddiqui

About the author- Ammarah Siddiqui is a poet who spends her time volunteering, reading and trying to conquer writer’s block. Her work often relates to social justice causes she is passionate about.



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