Strewn I was
Like worn out leaves-
Death made them
Lose their colour.
All that was left
Was the brown dolor,
Rustling sound
And emptiness all around.
Then came you
Gently, like dandelions
Sifting through
My leaves and on them millions
Of tears like mildew.
You
Gathered the blades together,
From the milieu
Picked out a blue feather-
With your exquisite skin, a rendezvous
Reminded me of a bygone weather.
You brought
What I sought–
Spring.
Or so I thought.
Once I was
In a gloating heap
On the grass,
I fell asleep.
And to the music of the lyre,
Your freezing hands
Set me on fire,
Basking in the flames
As they rose up higher and higher.
My ashes in fright
Saw it was night.
Spring was on the run.
Winter had just begun.
beautiful
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thanks 🙂
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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY i nominated you for the valiant blogger award so CHECK IT OUT, NIGZ https://scatteredsentences.wordpress.com/2017/02/07/the-valiant-blogger-award/ ❤ :*
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did you just say a-w-a-r-d!? 😍
Yayay! I should start preparing my thank you speech!
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More like , award post but sure speech works just fine (as long as the rules have been followed )
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You’re a really good writer. I love this.
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thank youu!!😁
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