She ponders this plight of beauty and pride,
her garden lies ravaged by killer frost.
The struggles of summer now brown and dried,
she ponders. This plight of beauty and pride,
so fleeting (with all life, isn't death implied?) ,
easily had, though at such a great cost.
She ponders this plight of beauty and pride—
her garden lies ravaged by killer frost.
© C.D Sinex
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