Wilted Petals
Growing, once seeds of deceit
The feeling grows and blooms
Your voice like rainy afternoons
Quenching this violent thirst
Waiting through days and dreams
Seating roots deep in betrayal
Trunk scarred by nights of silence
Blossoming in cold air and cunning
Fingers, like vines around you
The last bitter kiss goodnight
And you fall like wilted petals on the floor
J Douglas Stephenson
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Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson: Part 2
PoesíaA collection of poems from the mind of J Douglas Stephenson
