Wilting Spring

Wilting Spring

Written by Trisita Halder


Blossoms in my garden die often

Nobody knows the melancholic sight,

How I reap the dead

Yet with a hopeful heart, sow again.  

Secluded,

Have I nurtured my garden of hopes dying

and rebirthing.

Dearest florets might bloom another spring.


Trisita Halder
Trisita Halder

A believer in the art of poetry, Trisita uses this medium to explore the world and its idiosyncrasies.

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