Jun 2014
Swirling flower torn
apart, from the tree,
by the gentle wind,
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers,
which lay forgotten,
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly, consume
them into oblivion.
apart, from the tree,
by the gentle wind,
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers,
which lay forgotten,
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly, consume
them into oblivion.
