Watch a wild flower wilt away...
Luster proud petals now parched peeling paint.
Stalks, stooping, sweeping stiffened grass
Hungry for a breath of warmth, a touch of summer.
I too, a bit of revival, a touch of softening on this cold, cold day
Of wilted, parched lips, skin- peeling paint and heart waiting for summer...
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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