flowers are falsehoods
in January’s dark depths
a colourful lie
filling these junctures
with such beguiling baffles
I keep my eyes closed
but as I weaken
realise deception’s pleasure
I forgive their grins
Writer
flowers are falsehoods
in January’s dark depths
a colourful lie
filling these junctures
with such beguiling baffles
I keep my eyes closed
but as I weaken
realise deception’s pleasure
I forgive their grins