Tomas Vincent Marra Poet Free verse

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

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Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon December 23, 2016 at 4:43 PM Great magic with words... a 7 soup rating, surely. Tomas Vincent Marra December 23, 2016 at 5:24 PM Thank you for the kind words. Tomas Vincent Marra December 23, 2016 at 5:01 PM Thank you for the kind words.