her soul was the color of the rainbow;
her heart was a blooming flower.
she was a delicate rose,
rising ever so little, as days passed by.
raindrops glittered on her petals,
as she kept blossoming.
but one day it stopped
and just like every flower,
she came to an end.
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falling ashes
Poetrythey were falling ashes, specks of destruction that peacefully coated the earth. | old poetry | sorry about the horrible grammar lol i'll try to find some time to look through them and fix my mistakes
