Black, Flower Death
Cool, Crisp, Wind,
Whips the air,
Cuts the tall, green, lush grass,
Dances with the leaves and branches,
The scent,
Of roses,
Daisies,
Of any flower,
Fills my nostrils,
The horror,
Of not seeing you,
Scares me,
Worries me,
The thought of death,
Haunts me,
Deprives me of life,
That day when you never returned,
Now I’m standing here at a funeral,
Hoping, waiting.........
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