Broken sticks lying on the floor,
Fallen leaves a guiding pathway.
Shattered memories created the door
That was closed when you went away.
Birds singing in hushed tones
My skies greyer than ever before.
The rains are falling, and nature's moans
Are louder than ever before.
This is my winter, I will not make it.
I crumble now and let nature take course
Life as I know is coming to an end
My petals fall off and I'm earth again.
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Lights Out Kiskadee
PoetryTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
