Pretty Purple flowers bloom,
As soon as they bloom they are led,
To their doom,
Walking past a graveyard looking over,
Watching birds in the yard,
Pretty purple flowers,
Sit and are forgotten.
Flowers for the dead,
Leave them there to be wed,
These flowers are here,
Leave them, stay,
Pretty Purple Flowers lay in front of a grave,
No one is seen, but someone shines through,
Watching as you speak,
To the headstone,
To the soulless one,
The pretty purple peonies
Just someone experimenting with poetry