Tracks Ended Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tracks Ended



Beauty of yellow fallen petals upon the ground
contrasts with the desert brown it's head is
gently laid upon.

Blown haphazardly about in disarray, constantly
thought of as dead because they have fallen
from branches higher above.

Likelihood of searching further for anything in
life has been stopped dead, tracks ended, death
within, unoffended.

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