As the sun set,
In a peaceful meadow,
Filled with roses and daisies,
A single wilted rose,
Hung its head in sorrow
As the summer slowly came to a sudden halt.
As its head slowly hung lower with each passing day,
It prayed that the Spring would soon come back,
So that it could be reborn.
Just as the pedals became more and more loose,
The wilted rose remembered the warmth the sun used to bath the meadow in.
And in that moment,
Despair filled the roses stem,
And it let go.
Letting its petals fall down into a depressing pile.
Just as the last petal fell,
The hungry wind picked up the dead pieces and blew them away.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
