Petals of that yarrow
You gave me that night
Faded in sorrow;
Crave left its place to white.
A white with no fears
Leaves the bird crying,
Soaking wet with tears,
Even though it's dying.
No healing in the petals
No comfort in the bone
As the dust slowly settles
On a heart turned into stone
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 10:09 AM UTC
Petals of that yarrow
You gave me that night
Faded in sorrow;
Crave left its place to white.
A white with no fears
Leaves the bird crying,
Soaking wet with tears,
Even though it's dying.
No healing in the petals
No comfort in the bone
As the dust slowly settles
On a heart turned into stone
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