The Flower Of Her Face Poem by Cat Tiger

The Flower Of Her Face

Rating: 2.8


As I watched the flower of her face,
Gorged by grass too tall,
Petal soft cheeks
against a hungry sky,

Some sickness took this palm
To be her shelter.

'How sadly the leaves of your hands
Have felt the claws of insects, ' I cried!

And with these plucking fingers
I enthralled her pithy heart.

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Creative and compellingly carved in a sea of sadness.

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Cat Tiger

Cat Tiger

Memphis, Tennessee
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