The petals flutter
into the rising sky,
floating with unadulterated ease,
fleeting against the rye
as it shadows
inside the heart.
And in falling to the ground,
which will be its casket, do they part.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
