She withers...slowly
unbecoming...
Falling out of place, can it hurry?
Can her dress loosen with a phantom
thread to let it fall.
Looking up to the trees
fading from green to gold and red.
Fine ladies danced rejoicing,
grateful for beauties touch,
no magic dust, no spells nor Midas
or anything as such.
What season does everyone enjoy?
I like the spring for waking up nature from its sleep and summer for the warmth. Also, fall for the golden and red leaves.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
