The Petals Cease
Gnawing at me,are dreams,
just flashes of colour,
too bright to seize,
it seems,
that I am bound to fall,
before the leaves,
the flowers teem,
with scent,
and as I take my leave,
beyond my reach,
the petals cease,
so I descend,
and waken,
to this disbelief.
Poetry by Silvekin
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Written on 2012-05-14 at 02:40
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