When Lilies Cry Jul13 by melodylowes Your pollen bleeds in blood-red drops With every lonely tear; Although you have companions close, You know that no one’s near. Isolated in your pain, There’s no one you can trust, And so you sit in summer heat And cry your tears of rust. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Gorgeous image! Penetrating words… beauty in pain.
Just my idea – thank you Angel!
Ooooh, “tears of rust”–BRILLIANT!!
Thank you Caddo – high words of praise from a wordsmith!