Yellow flowers turn pink
as frost slowly kills them.
Red flowers do nothing;
decay to brown,
die.
Leaves turn to yellow
at the very thought of cold
they flutter away
and blanket the grass.
Dark pink string blooms
curled over
but still hold their color strong.
Webs glisten
in the fading sun,
a faint reminder
of coming snow.
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Mini Poem Book I: Poems of My Soul
PoetryMini Poems: poems that don't take up more than a wattpad page. This is a book of mini poems, with topics that include: -tortured love -one-shot imaginations -a description of the little things in everyday life -confessions of what bothers my mind...
