Where the salt rocks sit by the sea,
A part of me dries away with them.
I wither until I'm completely gone.
Bone dry,
Evaporated,
As salty rain.
It fills,
And then it flows,
It grows,
And then it falls,
Out of my eyes.
My voice squeaks,
And I shout to myself.
I don't know what to do!
I don't know what to do!
I don't know what to do.
Can you tell me?
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
