Pity the petal of the dying flower.
It sits alone sobbing, staring.
Once luscious leaves,
Now lay low in the land.
The petal watch them fall:
One, two, three, four, five.
"Soon I will shrivel up, scarcely sleep in a peaceful sleep."
Six, seven, eight.
The green has gone gray,
Yellow turned to tack.
Nine, ten.
It is the 'zeit' of zen,
Back to zero.
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The Journey
PoetryA small book of poems I wrote. All photos were taken by me, besides the one for Princess Anna. That was taken by my aunt I believe, and I just edited it a little. Princess Anna is dedicated to my great grandmother who passed away at 4am on January...
