Withering Petals
These falling petals
Continue to write my story
Each one, has its own fragrance
Some smell pretty, while other rot away
I'm slowly exposing myself
As these petals fall
Landing where they must
I'm trusting the process of withering
Soon I'll be naked and shivering
All these flowers lay on the floor
One day soon, I will have no more
I hope that you just still, like my naked self...
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2022
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