Mimosa flowers
Starbursts of summer, burned me.
With lies delivered.
Snapshots you sent me
Teasing, then scorching, my heart
Memories that singe.
Mimosa flowers,
Became a weapon you used.
As if you need one.
When I pass the tree
Now, I look the other way.
Set the tree on fire.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google images.
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
Beautiful
Thank you!
I really like this part and the contrast of beauty with the Mimosa and brutal thoughts works well, and let it burn…wonderful (poetically).
too many weapons …As if you needed one.
Thank you dear friend. He doesn’t need one either, lol. I’m glad you liked my story. 😊
Lovely. Powerful. Good write.
Thank you. Life experiences….😏