Morning Flower

It is the scent of a morning flower
the flower trying hard be noticed
stop me in the long walk nowhere
with the enchanting smell of a just born
the captivating fragrance, tries cast a spell

A spell doomed to fail amongst the ruins
beauty lying hidden amongst the scars
fragrance lost to the domineering scent of fire
bewitched at the sight of the unseen torment

The flower accepts not to let leave
Sees beyond the deserted eyes
deep inside, try evoke emotions lost
queries on unanswered, unrevealed

I try hard not tremble, not shiver
wave of unfelt emotions pass through
hit me hard, promise a new morning
leave me ponder, could it be for real.