I love the blossoms that withered <br />Petals rived thrown to winds <br />Fragrances all palsied and shattered <br />Garden’s hopes drowned in chagrin <br />Dreams unripe and not mature <br />Their beauty diffused in blood and gore <br />Broken images rolled in rancor <br />Souls smashed, callously battered <br /> <br />I love the guitar with broken strings <br />Its fragmented symphony blown, pared <br />Like a hunted dove’s smashed wings <br />And songs with broken notes now nowhere <br />Airs that died before their charm was writ <br />‘Along a liquid sky’; candles blown out, bright and lit <br />A hundred stars plucked and thrust <br />Left smothering to laments, in dust<br /><br />Yasmeen Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-the-blossoms-that-withered/
