Trailing Flowers Poem by Violet Montario

Trailing Flowers



Now gone
the air is thin
gray clouds sweep over
colors disappear
dead flowers fall
petals and all
waiting
to be picked again
but the sun did not come
and they are left alone
far away
the suns rays
sweep over
new places
old items may follow
trailing
gray flowers
never to be
seen again
forever dead

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