There was a beginning
In the lights of
Pink flourishing blossoms
Birthed in the
Warming
Sun.
This force grew
Older with each
Rise and gain of
Distance in warmth
And light.
Suddenly, as if
It malfunctioned in the cooling
Air and loss of color
The life grew tired
And sat
Alone.
The world was
Washed in white
Flakes of loneliness
The skies grayed over the
Time passed
And now it
Was gone.
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
