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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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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