Cerulean Forget-me-nots

Sat, 12/21/2013 - 12:12 -- poetr


withered petals, dented leaves,

and crusty, dried dirt blanket

the ground beneath our souls.

the rain is cold but fresh;

nature burns the vestiges of fall and

cerulean forget-me-nots remember me.


corroded petals, demented leaves,

and rusty, dried dirt blanket

the ash beneath our soles.

the rain reaks of flesh

man burns the vestiges of nature as it falls and

cerulean forget-me-nots remeber me not.


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