Valley of Flowers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems

The Musings of a hopeful dead guy. :)

There is no place for me

among the flowers

It is winter

and the frost is all around.

There is snow,

hear and there,

But the flowers,

they're nowhere;


upon the frigid ground.


I had hoped to be buried

in the Spring

In the flower bed,

beneath the Willow Tree.

But the Reaper had his way

On a cold and mournful day

So it's a crypt on some cliffs

near the sea.


The view is nice

if you're living


that's not the case for me.

So I wile away the hours

Imagining loads of flowers

On the floor,

in my crypt by the sea.


Perhaps the Light will call me,

Then I'll move on

from this prison that I'm in,

I'll be gone.

In the blink of an eye

I'll find that Valley in the sky;

The Valley of the Flowers

At dawn.



JE Falcon


Submitted: October 14, 2021

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