Posted: April 20, 2017 by natfowler17 in NatashaF


Watch me mourn with the earth

as raindrops slide from my foliage;

watch me dance through the breeze

in celebration.

Watch me as I am Plucked from my home,

relocated where there is a nicer view.

A view of me:

Me, not dancing in the breeze

Me, no longer in celebration,

but placed in the beautiful bouquet

on the dining room table.

Watch me

Watch me deteriorate,

watch me wither away – petal by petal –




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