Lilies and lies

A mile apart from a rusty gateway,
stood a photogenic old man, in all black,
unshaven but well groomed.
His assertive fingers trembling,
so did a bunch of fresh lilies in his hands; all crimson and passionate.
A two or few tears in his eyes were in pure dilemma,
but drunken clouds had a cure.
Romantically pleasing wind escaping from the clutches of few old school copper-gray clouds
remained unnoticed by the lonely shadow
hanging past a decaying staircase.
“You said you loved the lilies, specially the red ones.“
Words mourning on his red lax lips finally attained peace as a warm japanese stream of salty water, gushing out of his sad eyes united with delicious velvety sand beneath.
Leaving playful lilies on a lifeless staircase,
he stood there numb for eternities with lilies and lies.
The blank space tryna engulf him into nothingness, grumbled, “tastless”.
And, the rusty gate to crowded cemetery slammed.

Image credit: Yana Hurskaya @ Unsplash

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #127 photo prompt.

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