apple blooms across cold skin, the dark valley within
coral flowers on a field of gold skin.
i'm lying on a grassy hill, bright stars in my eyes
before the fields burn and cross to hay
in the scorching heat of our july.
what happens when one goes to the land below?
will my body fade in this year's winter snow
or will i melt into the leaves of autumn?
would my soul linger within my body
a half-made soldier, a girl-turned-woman, finally fallen?
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Never In Spring ✓
PoesíaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...