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What is that in the reflection
A once beautiful flower is now withered
Unrecognizable from its former self
Its Delicate petals unable to blossom
Colors forever vanished
The air is no longer warm
The sweet smell of honey is gone
Replaced by a stale isolation
The seasons change
The sun comes back everyday
And the moon at night
But that flower will never be the same
And neither will the reflection
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Authors Note:
This is also from words. I just wanted to keep these 2 poems published.
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UNLOVE | Short Poetry
Poetry(un)love poems. for those people who have seen that love doesn't always come with a fairytale ending Cover by Witchoria Copy Rights. All rights reserved.
