Petals of Agony
Withering pieces
Surround the soul
Waiting
Exhaling as the world flows by
Longing for the day it will
Bloom into a much adored symbol of life
As the leaves fall closer to the ground
A foggy mist creeps by
And clouds its descending joy
Each passing day creates such disease
That kill the color from the surface
Until the day of fresh Spring air
It sits and wonders in such despair
By amysticdreamer
© 2008 amysticdreamer
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