Love is in Bloom, yet agony resides,
A mother's womb, where a void abides,
In silent grief, her shattered dreams collide.
Each petal falls, a tear upon her cheek,
The shadows haunt, where sorrows softly speak,
A barren field, where hopes are frail and weak.
The thorns of loss, they pierce her tender heart,
A broken song, where love and pain depart,
With nothing in grasp, her world torn apart.
The murmur fades, of laughter never heard,
A solemn dance, where silence is the word,
Of mourning's shroud, her soul forever stirred.
Come dark nights, she wanders lost and lone,
The ghastly wounds, where grief has its throne,
But deep within, a sparkling flicker softly shown.
With each new dawn, she finds strength to rise,
To face the day, despite her tear-stained eyes,
For in her bleeding heart, a light of hope defies.
Though love's cruel sting left her heart in gloom,
She knows someday, her spirit will resume,
And in that day, she'll whisper, 'Love is in Bloom'.
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Author's Note
"The Blooms of Loss" invites readers to explore the complex interplay between love and loss, depicted within its verses and presents the raw depths of grief and the indomitable spirit of blooming love.
Through sorrow's clasp, it resounds with the unwavering hope and the potential for beauty that flourishes even in the darkest nights of despair.
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©2024GloryNeeraj(India)
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Bio:
Ms. Glory Neeraj from India, is an impassioned educator, blogger, and creative writer whose soul is set ablaze by an insatiable ardor for the written word. With a deep love for literature and linguistics, she expertly crafts narratives that resonate deeply, forging connections through the sheer power of words.