As her petals grow weaker
they curl down into a bow
it's colour begins to fade
into a shade of brown
her beauty knocking on death's door
it's grace no longer standing
as she withers away to nothing
but was once quite grand
all things must pass, after they flourish
a sacrifice
a bewitching sacrifice
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poems
Poetrya collection of poems about love, nature and every emotion from the heart. I'm always thinking so poems are my place to let it out <3 updating with new poems as regularly as possible!
