Fleeting Poem by Kiy Anu

Fleeting



With early morn comes the dew
That dances along gentle petals
Perchance you'll see it at least once
And revel in its beauty
Thus is poetry of weary hands created
To write, to live, till death claims she
And in death she doth be seen

Friday, August 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,poetry
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