Slowly Gone Poem by Autumn Winds

Slowly Gone



The rose
Slowly droops

It's petals
Falling to the ground

Slowly turning black
Slowly dying

Every moment
The rose was alive

Fades into
Nothingness

Everything it
Was

Gone

Life is cruel
Death is easier

Even if you
Made it as

Far as you could
Death would

Eventually
Claim you

And you would be
Simply

Gone

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Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

Sanfrancisco, California
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