We had planned
Of a wistful life.
Of us two friends
That delt through strife.
But plans don't
Always work through.
Unfortunately this is
Truer than true.
As happiness leaves
And doesn't return,
We are left
Like wilting ferns.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020