Wilting Flower Petals
Wilting Flower Petals
I count the men that leave me like a child would count wilting flower petals
Dried up, bereft of color and soul, that's how the petals leave the flower, all alone
Life seems to be a drifting montage
Predestined and premade, I have no control over it
Just as the flower sits away, silent and silenced
as the children pluck the petals away.
Copyright © Preet Luthra | Year Posted 2023
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