Strokes of peach, a blush of pink
Rose she was, he a commoner ant

This great divide made his heart sink
She was royalty, he of lowly descent
Clad in satin, in a fortress of thorns
As the winds came a laughing by
He watched her fall prey to their scorns
Their meandering trail, a sore to the eye              
But her stately gait proved no match
As she swirled across the thorny hedge
Arrogant gusts swept the flower patch
She plummeted from the window ledge

Heartbroken, he hastened to be by her side,
Broken, Of fallen petals in his arms she died…..






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46 thoughts on “The Final Dance

  1. SUPERB poem…
    Extremely well-written 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Good luck Blogwati G 🙂 🙂 🙂

    I loved the way you have used the phrase “Of fallen petals”…!!

  2. A love story beautifully portrayed. I LOVED the last two lines!

    Best wishes from Kolkata Knight Writers. 🙂

  3. superb poem Vinita !!!

    though me have least.. can say no brains regarding poetry, but still I can feel the very emotions, they really are heart touching 🙂

    Good Luck Blogwati G,best wishes 🙂

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