Crimson petals. 

Where petals fall, 

kissed by morning dew,

Caressed in ethereal light,

Embraced by celestial skies.

Such beauty in the fallen pieces,

Torn edges, fragrance dancing

In summers breeze. Colour

Floating in golden rays,

Crimson red among 

Lush green blades, Freedom,

Perhaps now their hue will

Never fade. 
Karen Hayward*© 2017

Image and word’s 

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