<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Path Of Poetry Petals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My petals are already drying out, <br>They’re not white anymore, <br>But a shade of gray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am walking on a path of poetry petals, <br>Why is my poetry tainted with<br>Innocent blood, <br>Dripping on my path? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind stirs up those petals, <br>And they run, they fly, <br>But then they fall again...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am walking on a path of poetry petals, <br>Why is my poetry tainted with <br>Your kisses, <br>Caressing each petal of mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain starts, all the poetry <br>Is washed off those petals, <br>Massacre of raindrops! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am walking on a dirty path of solitude, <br>Of ignorance, of profane light...<br>Eternity was washed away, <br>Beauty was damaged...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry is always doomed, <br>Even if I’d write with my own blood, <br>On steel petals, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The raindrops would still wash <br>My poetry away, <br>It has no strength within, <br>No eternity within! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elya+Thorn">Elya Thorn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568465" data-title="Path Of Poetry Petals de Elya Thorn" data-description="My petals are already drying out, They’re not white anymore, But a shade of gray! I am walking on a path of poetry petals, Why is my poetry tainted with Innocent blood, Dripping on my path? The wind stirs up those petals, And they run, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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