17 Is the Lucky Number
idyllic fake smile, an empath death holds
a supine body twisted in the folds
lamenting memories seep through the pain
where incidental weakness falls like rain
ten fold the weeping willow tree's own bane
veneration seeps with crimson tinged night
as her aura blends with the fading light
july 15, 2019
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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