Flowers blooming, growing, rising, showing
where love dies and lies deep down
in darkness, wooden casket.
Golden basket dwells above, healing,
feeling, filling with the flowers blooming
tall. Stem by stem, petals falling onto
them, with each a memory is attached, now
falling, falling out of sight and mind and heart.
Life ascends from where love dies, so truly
our bent bond blessed and built a newly
Filling basket while our petals fall
and fly and fade away with our former love.
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I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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