Flowers that failed to bloom
In the meadow's hidden nooks,
Where sparrows shared their secret looks,
He glimpsed a spectacle so rare,
As if heaven itself ignited the air!
With cautious steps on the unearthly field,
Through grass that whispered, a beautiful yield,
Past the swan-filled lake's serene embrace,
He felt a dream, a surreal space.
Before him, a vision began to take shape,
An essence pristine, draped in a mysterious cape,
He reached out, uncertainty in the air,
A fragrant breeze, a welcome affair.
Then, a blink, and he stood alone in the dawn,
The enchanting scene, like a mirage, was gone,
Emotions stirred, a gaze to the sky,
Love lingered faintly, a memory passing by.
Falling once more, he smiled, reflections cast,
A solace for a soul that seemed outlast,
"Were not all songs, with a touch of gloom,
Odes to flowers that failed to bloom?"
NAVIGATION