Sorrow

Oh, little bud wrapped ’round a weed root
Still so green and pristine is your shoot
But I’m sad ’cause I plucked you together
Your sweet scent turning rotten too soon

-a.r.

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Painting: Broken Visage by Mathew Price

~ by April on October 22, 2015.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Loss, Nature, Poetry, Whimsy
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