Marigolds

a poem on the persistent scent of memorial words

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In captivated coloured folds
I see a romance bloom,
I smell the scent of marigolds;
The snap of sweet perfume,

The orchard blossom bears the fruit
Of sun-kissed reddened skin,
I pluck a cherry, resolute
And take the seed within,

I plant it in the autumn shade
Where memories will rest,
I bury it where dreams are laid
And wish it all the best,

I give the water, tend the shoots,
Admire the mighty growth
Until the tree has solid roots
And thus I give my oath:

So long as words like branches splay
Across the realms of time,
The memories will always stay,
Immortalised in rhyme.