glimpses of me
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Denouement
It had already dried
and before its time died.
The constant nurturing and
the watering proving
to be futile, failing
to stall the green that was damned
to become brown by harsh
sun rays that chose to wash
away youth with its warm hand.
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