The Wilted Lilies washed up on the shore,
Scattering,
Tattered up,
Oh how easily they tore
Fragile as they were,
They blew to the side.
From the whirlwind of life,
They felt butchered with a knife.
The once pure lily of the valley,
the one that lit up the night,
the star it was,
was crushed
and went out of sight.
YOU ARE READING
Trust
PoesíaMy Thought Collection: A book filled with my poems and Random Thoughts.
