The vine
withered.
Moth brown.
Drawn to
darkness.
Small, it felt,
smothered under
the green sky
canopy dense.
It saw not
that a
flower purple
had just
awakened.
Caressed
by its tendrils.
withered.
Moth brown.
Drawn to
darkness.
Small, it felt,
smothered under
the green sky
canopy dense.
It saw not
that a
flower purple
had just
awakened.
Caressed
by its tendrils.
3 comments:
The poet in you has really really grown. This is mind blowing!!
The poet in you has really really grown. This is mind blowing!!
so lovely :)
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