Author's Note: This poem is concrete and holds a crescent moon shape. For the best visual experience, I recommend turning your phone sideways or otherwise, read the normal formatting below it.
"I watched
as the leaves turned brown
like the fur of the rabbits replaced
It's color. When
the last person next
to my grave leaves,
as I begin to swallow
its darkness. Glimpsing at the dried
rose petal, I wondered when
I'll start to fly."
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"I watched
as the leaves turned brown
like the fur of the rabbits replaced
It's color. When
the last person next
to my grave leaves,
as I begin to swallow
its darkness. Glimpsing at the dried
rose petal, I wondered when
I'll start to fly."
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The Awakenings
PoetryAn anthology of poems to empower and kindle one's soul to reconnect with The Creator. Spiritual growth and gaining peace. "The pain of regret is darkness that swallows you whole when you're chasing the light." - Muni.H "The best of poems are writte...
