The Beauty of Time
Petal by petal,
they dropped to the floor.
Petal by petal,
They'd rot to the core.
Smiles are dying,
as the sun melts down.
Smiles are dying,
as the ominous sky inks the whole town.
The tide is coming,
to take you out.
The tide is coming,
to flout the sand.
Daylight will break,
warming the earth.
Daylight will break,
and so grows its birth.
Copyright © Gracelyn Mims | Year Posted 2014
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