A lovely little cherry tree pedal
Flittered down to earth
After years of waiting
It's time had finally come
To depart its old wise tree
And for it to start its own life
But the small beautiful pedal doesn't
Land on the ground
It lands in the hand
Of a young woman
Her eyes were a deep, captivating
Brown color
That could enclose you
In its tight grasps
She was beautiful
With a symmetric face and a small
Button nose
The girl stared at the pedal for a moment
Until she finally let go
The pedal hit the ground with the
Lightest touch
But the girl stayed were she was
And tears started to roll down her face
Like a full glass of water with a small crack
She falls to the ground
Tears coming out in horrifying amounts
The earth under the pedal
Continues to soak up every last tear
The girl cries till she has no more tears left
And she slowly shuffled away
The pedal, now soaked into the soft soil
Starts to sprout
And grows into an old wise tree
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some poems~
Poetryokay look, I'm just here to put up a couple of my poems. I'm not a fan of my work and I doubt many people will be...but I really would like to put these somewhere. I guess I'm doing this because theres a part of me with a little lost hope..or maybe...
