Sadness Grows
I see you little flower
Bright and quick
Spiralling in your own
Desiccated gown
Of earth and dust
Sadness grows
In the crack of broken
Concrete
Calling to
My pedestrian
Tendencies
Careful
Once
Meted out
I will
Trample around your
Petaled face
As I lumber through
The
The streets
In the
Cold light of morning
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2016
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