a rose, left abandoned
on a bedside table.
fingers, that once,
were dexterous and able.
a crane, symbol
of good luck and health,
a Labrador, long since
lost its yelp.
a lily, peace
and forgiving.
a swan that failed
to go on living.
paper nature,
long since forgotten,
paper is temporary,
ripped and rotten.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
