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Monday, November 26

no scented



 roses are kind of lost
gone

with  forgotten words

kisses are loose

too easy to undermine

unable lips
uttering

nonsense chitchats



Mona's rose by 

5 comments:

steveroni said...

No scented?
No scents?
No sense?

Makes me think of Face Book, with flowers dead, words, chats, kisses flying around like so many thoughts, lost before they are even THUNK!

And everyone agrees with everyone...mostly.

Keep writing, Dulce, sounds like you having fun--grin!

Brian Miller said...

makes me feel a bit sad...the loss of flowers....undermined kisses...and meaningless conversations...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Great melancholic poem here.

Anthony Duce said...

Some days are like this. Enjoyed your words..

Unknown said...

nonsense chitchat indeed... so much of what is said today is idle jibber jabber. Enjoyed!