Wilting Life

To think of wilting flowers, They say is a crime, Though I cannot help but, Dream of wilting all the time. Grey and pink foliage, State of half dead, half not. Dance and writhe to let go, A companion it sought. My once tinted cheeks stretch, To feel such a thing as love, As I alike the wilting flowers, Have the whole world to let go of.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 7/21/2024 4:46:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.