Sarah Martens Poems
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Falling was subtle and sweet.
Like plum purple coloured leaves in the fall,
letting go when they least expect,
Sifting and soaring in the soft cool breeze.
When did I turn colour,
And fall into your eyes so deep,
You have claimed my dreams,
Like stars aver the everlasting darkness in the night.
No more am I just one in this savage garden.
You are the stem that holds me up
And the thorn that protects me like a rose.
Falling was the beginning and the end;
The beginning to my dreams
and the end to the nightmares.
I have become ...