A poem cut short

by trippetta TC   Sep 21, 2008


Red petals,
dried & turned to dust at our feet
Stale aroma of hydrangeas at noon
Now dusk
are all that remains of our heat

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    Short yet so descriptive and very apt for me at the moment, very relatable

    great job....

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