Crimson velvet petals drift
slowly to the floor,
as words fall from
a creator’s mind.
Green shards – once leaves –
depart off a thorny stem,
like a writer’s empty hole
dries up, left bereft.
Crimson velvet petals drift
slowly to the floor,
as words fall from
a creator’s mind.
Green shards – once leaves –
depart off a thorny stem,
like a writer’s empty hole
dries up, left bereft.
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